Seeking serenity…

Silence…

Were it to speak, we might not feel alone.

But once in a blue moon, it does.

 

Out in the open,

But still sheltered.

Let the blue sky bear my witness.

 

Forsaken words,

Sought to be ignored.

Forgotten, within the depths of the heart.

 

Narcissist

Bigot

Virgin

Pervert

Bastard

Infernal

Criminal

 

Ornaments of the past, insisted upon.

Presents by strangers, who claimed to know better.

 

Marked…

Nay, branded.

Baked iron might seem gentler on the flesh.

Make haste, the clot begins to rot.

 

Yearns for comfort, the heart;

Loathing itself,

Pours out malevolence.

Bear witness now, to its demise.

Offer it an ear,

Awe at its lament.

Lend an audience to a soul feeling blue.