Bare

I stand in a room with four walls

I stand in a room
with four walls
baring scorched flesh,
disheveled hair
for all to see.
My eyes void of life,
I carry love’s desecrated
bouquet across the dawns -
penetrating waves -
drowning, hiding.

I stand in a room
with four walls
deceiving, painting illusions.
My ink spills across
time’s floor begging
love’s desires to shield
bitterness, agony,
paint a new picture -
covering pain -
altering, reforming.

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