I Shaved Off My Hair To Remind Me Of My Pain
1 October, 2009
Author: Karla Bardanza
My heart I buried in hatred and cold fury.
My eyes I gouged out in sweet pain and rage.
My love poem I left incomplete on that torn page.
My hair I shaved off to remind me of my pain.
My soul bent again, my lips trembled, my blood
Boiled, my tears froze, my own death I chose
When I looked in the mirror and nothing I could
See but a grain of me…
This tired face is still transfixed by the truth
Hidden in-between lines and lies.
Anesthetized I bled, I cried. Oh my blind eyes!
Maybe I died. Maybe that moment was crystallized
In time, in sublime darkness
Now I have some time ahead to wait and see this
Pain drop dead.
A white indifference scratches my self, lies deep within
And all I want is to purge this memory of my skin.
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