n o i t c e l f e r | r e f l e c t i o n

n o i t c e l f e r | r e f l e c t i o n

A Poem by Marilyn My Bitterness

Smile for the prophet

Laugh for the child

Die like a martyr

In hell burn defiled  

  

Who are you really?

What makes you tick?

Why when I see you,

It makes me sick?

 

You're perfect

             ...in essence

   With everything

You do

 

Maybe that

Explains why

I want to

strangle You.

 

 

Angel from heaven

 

Have you lost your way?

Let me guide you

Away from this place.

   

                          m

                    r            i

Look in the    o            r

                           r

Hate what I See

It's just my                          n o i t c e l f e r | r e f l e c t i o n

Staring back at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Marilyn My Bitterness


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I love it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


I enjoyed this. I love the way it's written. Nice work

Posted 16 Years Ago



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