Shame

by Lushed   Jul 5, 2005


Good Morning.
Get dressed.
Another sweater to wear.
Sleeves to the wrists.
Covering what I cannot bear.

Shameful scars.
Obtuse and senseless.
Strategically placed.
Idiocy in the highest degree.

Guilty.
Most pathetic of pleas.
Demure.
Shield my face.
I am Forever abashed.
Due to my stupidity,
My arm lay obscured.

Good Morning.
Wake to shame.
Lies from then to now
are one in the same.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Idiosyncratic

    awesome poem.... love the ending 5/5