NOT AN EXIT!


It's an illusion,
not an exit.
I know it's confusing,
this constant bruising.

Darkened corridors have led up to this.
It's hard to find the constant bliss.
Form your lips to meet the last kiss.

But...

instead of a kiss a punch in the face.
Bloodstain vanish without a trace.
You end up in the same place.
Life is a backward race.

I know it's confusing,
this constant bruising.
It's an illusion,
not an exit!



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-08-19 at 03:28

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Kathy Lockhart
This speaks to be of abuse in its many forms or perhaps "faces." Whether it be from others or inflicted upon ones self, it can become the "norm" or at least familiar in its constant destruction. Your poem writes creates moods and leaves vivid images but much more gives a poignant message.
2007-08-19