The façade I wear is growing too thin
Painted over me a threadbare weave
Come here and touch the truth of my skin
I burden a mark that will never leave
The bruise sinks deeper than I’ll ever know
It scars my soul as I try to flee
My house of cards falls victim to the snow
As the support is taken away from me
Gone is the promise of no more pain
With no strength left, I’ve done all I can
Give me the blade and I’ll open a vein
And bleed the life of an angry old man
Please let me die as prey to my fears
I just cannot bear my eyes filled with tears
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Written August 3rd, 2003
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Excellent. You speak here with succinctly chosen words. Nothing is too much; ir draws the reader deeper under your spell. Just sublime
~ Rhia
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I liked this poem, it is sorta how i feel, except the old man part. it's a very nice write, good job.
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nice write
I really enjoyed reading this beautiful piece. I loved the imagery and the dark message. I especially liked the last stanza. Great job!
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Well, it's very well-done and you've captured those feelings well. The fact that it could appeal on different levels makes it that much more powerful.
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Close... It's a child abuse victim grown older... The baggage just doesn't ever go away... suicide is not an option, but I have to admit that it's tempting on the bad days...
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Excellent
I went from thinking this was about domestic violence to assisted suicide! Am I in the ballpark at all? Either way, excellent job, the imagery in the first stanza alone is fantastic. I really like the house of cards image, too--construction on a weak foundation. Very nice work!
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