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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry

Wounds Scratched | Poem

If leaves could stop falling

When autumn comes dancing dance of death,

Then, tell me to go for gentle and good,

I will.

You fail to accept what I tell; utter lies you said,

Then,

Forget me like you forget coloring your mind,

It bores my mind

when you say you’re dark, woman,

Even the butterflies think they ugly.

I’ve no desire to touch your gentle skin,

I’ve no desire to know what keeps you alive,

I’ve no desire to bring the castles for your crown,

Still, I care

What makes you look good in a bad world,

What brings your eyes on the cake of dark,

What binds you with painful pasts,

I’m no good, woman!

All I’ve is ugliness and darkness,

Broken glasses over the dessert

Seeking a soul to lure into darkness.

If leaves could stop falling

When autumn comes dancing dance of death,

Then, tell me to become good,

I will. I will. I will.

© sjwordsmith
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