THE STAINS


I've got stains covering my body
from ancient times, the past.
The shame and guilt within me
are devastating me fast.

The stains are filled with images
from a land where I once lived.
The heart of this land was captured
but it has to be retrieved.

How do you tell a person
about the stains, the rage?
Can someone possibly understand
what it's like down in the cage?

Images of red, sore eyes
that follow you in the dark.
Tales of desertion and lies
that suffocates the slightest spark.

I need to clear my body,
nuc it if you must!
The stains are restraining me,
I need to be able to trust.







Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 17:10

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Kathy Lockhart
trust and stains are brillantly brought together in this very profound and poignant poem. broken promises, lies, and betrayal leave stains on our souls that will take time to fade away (if they ever do). Your imagery is gripping.
2008-09-22


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Trust is always there to be broken. That's its strength and its beauty. In reality it is not trust that is broken but the conditions which bind it. Offering trust is a gracious act. It can be seen as an act of putting one's own emotional fragility on the line or an act of strength. The way to regain the ability to trust is to not hold judgement over or harbour resentment for others own emotional fragilities. Trust stems not from the strength of the person who is offered trust but from the strength of the person who offers it. As somebody said to me their are "no guarantees in life". So i guess no guarantees in trust should be sort after. Sorry for rambling on. Needless to say your words struck a chord and was enjoyed. :-)
2008-09-22