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Jun 2019 · 1.1k
smile my little soldier
Daphne Bellfield Jun 2019
Masks painted with understanding.
Butterfly stings kiss my body.
This wicked nightmare sequence is recurring.
The canyon deep scars are my autobiography.

Well-hidden they are under a forced smile
Under the navy jeweled sky.
Rapped and cradled like a pregnable baby,
I sing softly a heinous lullaby.

The stranger in the mirror closes in.
The veiled battles I fight will end in my defeat.
My lily covered mattress awaits for me
Is this my retribution?

I drunk the poison labeled love,
I kissed thy lips of the unknown.
My arteries and veins are drained of warmth
My feeble heart couldn’t take it anymore.

It isn’t built for vile words,
It isn’t created to withstand restrained,
But smile I tell my semi-living self.
Smile;

Serpentine shaped promises,
Slither their way to my conscience.
Love is addressed in corrupt angel voices,
Clouding my sanity.

May the light shine upon the darkness.
May the ruined mend.
Music can speak louder,
Than any word spoken.

It will all be over soon,
When the clock strikes twelve.
When the sun goes to bed,
The night will hold you in a motherly embrace.

Smile my little soldier,
Smile with the crumbling smile you have left.
It may be broken but it’s beautiful
Smile my little champion;  

©2019

-Daphne Bellfield

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