A Rush of Blood

In the mirror I see a young face

Turned older now by despair

A heart made wrinkled

By long ago forbidden hands

Lost now, I find myself

Not knowing what it means

To be touched by pure intentions.

Forced upon me were the lies

Of a man too close to shelter

Angry, I became

At the blood rushing to my face 

For that same blood

Was born from his veins 

Author's Note

I'm really not sure if anybody will understand what the meaning of this poem is but I am hoping someone will try. This has a very personal significance to me.

Reviews

[Woja]

It is not hard to understand what your saying when you have grown up in a similar situation. I trully can relate to your poem. it brought tears to my eyes. I'm sorry you lived though such a terrible thing and the hardest part is when you know wonder if you inherit anything from your parents. Living through things like this change you it's not anything anyone can truly get over. You do have to except its not your fault and it doesnt make you a bad person. I can relate to your words and hope you find peace. 

[Chris]

I think I know what this is about.

Your language is certainly one of your strong points. I appreciate the fact that there is no pretentiousness in your writing.

Brevity seems to greatly compliments your strong yet simple language.
The metaphors in the beginning do paint a picture of blunt colors.

I have no criticism. The last 2 lines closed the piece perfectly.