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Updated on February 1, 2016

I hit the bottle hard as I stare

At veins, flesh, skin

Unresponsive and unknowing

These clouded over eyes see nothing

They see too clearly

Your joyous face is a sad paradox

To my own hollow heart

A deadness inside that is angered

by the mocking and ignorant glee

behind your child-like eyes

I scream out silence

A begging, a longing to be heard

But not forced to speak -

The truth.

A rose of memories

Wilts, browns, decays

Petals falling onto the dirty carpet

Grasping in vain at tattered pieces

That once held life

Forgive me, darling

For, your smile means nothing

No stirring of the heart

No bliss

© 2016 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray


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      Surabhi Kaura 2 years ago

      I loved this one! Love and Peace.