My soul is trapped within this room. A bit strange and yet so familiar. Or so I see. It’s amazing how much of a mistake I am. Just want to forget, but can’t.
Do you see the scars? I can
Within this shattered heart, a victim. A tiny locket all its own. Devoid of feeling for me. It’s amazing how much of a mistake I am. Just want to forget, but can’t.
Do you feel pain? I can.
My voice is lost within the echo. It’s all around me, but What I hear is not really me. It’s amazing how much of a mistake I am. Just want to forget, but can’t.
Do you hear the harp playing? I can.
Upon these unloved lips blood drops. A familiar earthborn tang of deception. It I can taste. It’s amazing how much of a mistake I am. Just want to forget, but can’t.
Do you taste salted tears? I can.
My birth is sweetened citrus, a boy. Citrine and earthy. An aroma of anguish. It’s amazing how much of a mistake I am. Just want to forget, but can’t.
Do you smell the rain coming on? I can.
Can you write in the dark? I can.
[by Jas Citrine; Submitted May 25, 2014; Copyright 2014]