- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Bruised
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Click hereBruised
No one checking to see
if I still had a pulse
Putting my faith in things
that at worst betray
at minimum let me crash
to the ground
Self-reliance?
Hell, if I could trust myself
I wouldn't be in these situations
time and time again
Bruised
The psyche taking on
the purplish tone
of flesh flogged
just hard enough to ache
while not hard enough to defeat
Learn from the hard lessons
taught by the tutor of experience
A task-master drilling
until I know the facts by rote
imbedded into your thought processes
Bruised
Moving beyond the purple
to a yellowish tinge
jaundiced and leery
wary of believing spoken words
and compassionate actions
Resubmerging into the shell
that protects me while I wait
for reflection and introspection
to soothe the injury
Chanting, heal thyself
- COMMENTS
irishcatsmeowabout 19 years agogreat job of conveying your state of being. I like that you use the colors of a bruise and how you interwove them in the poem.
