No, I am no beautiful.
My lips speak too many lies,
Each one steals a piece of me
As the good within me dies.
No I am not beautiful.
My eyes closed to your aches,
Absorbed in my own grief,
As your heart silently breaks.
No I am not beautiful.
I’ve hurt too many lives,
Ruined countless moments,
To which I had no right.
See all I have done,
Witness all I’ve wrought,
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful-
I know that I’m not.
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteThis is such a deep poem, it makes me sad! I can feel the emotions you were experiencing when you wrote this and I think that's a great effect to have on your readers. Your poems honestly make my Mondays. Even the sad ones like this still make my days because they continue to get better with each post. This is your talent!
Bridget :)
Oh, Rachel, these poems are heartbreaking. While the subject matter is so bleak, I have to say I think your sense of rhyme and rhythm is getting stronger and more confident.The language is so rich: "No, I am no beautiful. My lips speak too many lies, Each one steals a piece of me
ReplyDeleteAs the good within me dies." Just lovely writing.