Contaminated

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I want to wear the sunlight, to wrap myself in its brilliance, to feel the heat press and slide against my flesh...

Submitted: June 27, 2017

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I want to wear the sunlight, to wrap myself in its brilliance, to feel the heat press and slide against my flesh

But too dirty am I to be awarded the privilege; too dirty am I to be touched by the light

 

Filth has raped my heart and broken my smile; filth has poisoned my tongue and ravaged my mouth

 

The bitterness of lies perpetually coats these bruised lips; an apathetic mask conceals my hunger, my thirst for life

 

There is no appeal in a world drained black; there is no sanctuary behind the closet door

 

Only sorrow, only exile, only death is there…and filth, un-washable, un-ignorable, un-forgettable filth

 

Tearing from my throat, screaming in my head, wringing out my lungs, hammering through my chest

 

No salvation, no relief; no redemption nor reprieve

Endless suffering, endless pain; Eternal winter and salty rain

 

I wanted to wear the sunlight, to bask in its brilliance, to feel the heat burn away my flesh and restore my rotten bones

But too dirty am I to ever be cleansed; too dirty am I to be held by the light


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