I challenge the grime building on my heart.
Tearfully I wipe at the mildewed corners.
Angrily I scour at its toxic residue.
I cannot clean away the pain that has yellowed my soul.
Bleaching away the memories has failed.
I've lost my luster. The virgin white of my once porcelain spirit is soiled.
My dank interior decays beneath my insistent scrubbing
The wretched smells of my history always remain.
My smile masks that pungent smell that consistently remains.
-I have been pissed on!

(from 100703)

Comments

[Naomi]

*hand to heart* Thank you, Kane for your kind words. Sometimes I feel my poetry is trite. So it means alot to me when people comment on it. Thank you again.

[kane]

I just discovered this page of "Creative Madness". Your prose is thoughtful, wonderfully touching, and very real. Beautiful insight that leads a path into your world.