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Indigo
Tears of indigo I wept
Countless nights, I haven’t slept
Constant thoughts of giving up
Is this truly growing up
I wipe my tears and walk away
I smile wide with disarray
Behind that smile is a broken memory
Blurry to my vision, vivid to my sensory
You handed me a glass to drink
With smiling eyes, and a lingering wink
We clinked our cups and said a cheer
Two friends were here
But one will disappear
I drifted towards a moonlit garden
As your smile began to harden
Picked up a white flower
As you drank your whiskey sour
The whiskey fleets your grip
From your glass, to my hip
My vision blurred
Your conscience stirred
What you did was not humane
I close my eyes and still feel pain
I close my eyes, and see a flower
I reach for it’s petals
And to my touch they shatter
Like shards of glass, my skin is torn
I never knew that daisies had thorns
I close my eyes
I shut them tight
Blind me
kill my sight
The nuisance in my eyes
Won’t let me fall to sleep
These thoughts they cut too deep
The daggers in my back
The common sense you lack
To what you think of me
I am more than what you see
I am more than what you’ve done
Staring at my loaded gun
What you did was not humane
I close my eyes, yet still feel pain
And right before I go
I say
“Blind me, indigo”
Countless nights, I haven’t slept
Constant thoughts of giving up
Is this truly growing up
I wipe my tears and walk away
I smile wide with disarray
Behind that smile is a broken memory
Blurry to my vision, vivid to my sensory
You handed me a glass to drink
With smiling eyes, and a lingering wink
We clinked our cups and said a cheer
Two friends were here
But one will disappear
I drifted towards a moonlit garden
As your smile began to harden
Picked up a white flower
As you drank your whiskey sour
The whiskey fleets your grip
From your glass, to my hip
My vision blurred
Your conscience stirred
What you did was not humane
I close my eyes and still feel pain
I close my eyes, and see a flower
I reach for it’s petals
And to my touch they shatter
Like shards of glass, my skin is torn
I never knew that daisies had thorns
I close my eyes
I shut them tight
Blind me
kill my sight
The nuisance in my eyes
Won’t let me fall to sleep
These thoughts they cut too deep
The daggers in my back
The common sense you lack
To what you think of me
I am more than what you see
I am more than what you’ve done
Staring at my loaded gun
What you did was not humane
I close my eyes, yet still feel pain
And right before I go
I say
“Blind me, indigo”
Published 9th Jun 2019
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9th Jun 2019 11:27pm
beautiful poetess this is extremely well thought out
and written brava...
love Brenda 🌹
and written brava...
love Brenda 🌹
10th Jun 2019 4:59am
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10th Jun 2019 00:31am
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Anonymous
10th Jun 2019 10:03pm
Painful confession. It's hard to forget the pain inflicted by those we love and trust. Good spill
11th Jun 2019 7:43am
Anonymous
- Edited 9th Apr 2022 5:45am
13th Jun 2019 5:20am
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17th Jun 2019 9:13am
I could feel your every word hit me. Your ink flows beautifully. Never give up!!!
9th Dec 2019 10:23am
That was brilliant...! Absolutely loved it.. can you comment/ review/ write your thoughts on my site to :) ..
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6th May 2020 7:11pm
The greatest way to deal with pain is to turn it into something beautiful, and in doing so exorcise the soul from its burden.
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