deepundergroundpoetry.com

MY SENSES ON DENIAL

 
Blinkers aside your ears
Your sight is fenced
Shields on what he feels
With eyes to be depressed.

Vanity is well hidden
Hope's disguised into a shroud
I felt on my body written
words I shouldn't say outloud.

He touched me and smelled the paint
An echo of his voice , "This is blood..,blood.."
I tasted it and was about to faint
I said ''help me", and heard "I can't".

Inside myself's nest
Sounds are fading away
Sight is following next
This is the prize I have to pay.

My emotions are missing
my integrity is on trial
I glimpse my body bleeding
My senses are on denial.

They're apologising they can't stay
declaring their resignation
"To gain us back you must regret
for your emotional devastation"

It's an unintentional coherence
of taking them for granted
I'll use my insight as defense
as I touch to get a whiff of something.
Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 1
comments 0 reads 654
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:36am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 9:37pm by Kinkwizard_95
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 6:23pm by Liziantus-Marantus
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 5:25pm by ajay