Multi-facet, razor-edged gem not of jewelry
why do you look forward to this horrid dark?
What have you to forget?
Not a word has been uttered on your behalf
not a thought wasted…why do you haunt this place now?
Cryptic messages in a cove of green
a natural platform – you continue this gift if misunderstanding and words with veiled definition
I want to see your scars
I want to look upon your self-inflicted wounds
these pink lines of misunderstanding and suffered loneliness
to run my fingers along the damaged flowers of this blooming countenance
Verdant unfolding over my eyelids and engulfing my perception with beaming grim