What a tattered beaten fray you are
by Tabitha Castillo
My dear so close and yet so far.
What cloak of blind self confidence?
What manner? What pretence?
Cherish you your sullen hope?
Your brow a blush to be.
A web of certain grasp.
You strike with fatal certainty.
Be kind to me when you mar my Hope
And kill and aim to strike.
For I can never be the one
To survive such a deprived Life.
Have you the mind to end me now-
With illusions of Happiness so fair?
For I find it hard to tread a step
For I was injured there.
I’ve seen your vengeful face you know
It’s seared in the spot that’s healing.
There kept untouched in Heart
I visit often the feeling.
When I kneel beside it scar
I shed a sigh for I know
That buried deep inside myself
The seeds your existence left grow.