It took time to realize
Squashing the denial
Clever, slippery excuses
The lies and the muses.
It took time to accept
Without a shred of regret
That the poison crippled
ate up and destroyed –
The core.
It fought vigorously
Battling till the last drop
of dignity and honesty.
Failing miserably, pathetically
crushing and crumbling
pus oozing from wounds
that had no time to heal
it convulsed and slumped
It’s real.
The beautiful, naive core
Rotting in the emptiness
Shred by careless cruelness
And heartless guiltiness.
Not forgiven and forgotten
Smelly, disfigured corpse
With no one to endorse
The sacrifice.
A tiny breath-taking flower,
from the slime had grown.
The seed would have died,
In this cold barren hole,
But to the small creature’s awe,
The freezing pit became warm,
The day it was noticed by –
The core.
I like this poem because of the contrast, going from hopelessness to rebirth. We don’t know how this rebirth looked, an heir, or entirely different.
I thought of the old cowboy poem where only a flower marked his last resting place.
Line 12, counting from the bottom, has the word “forgotton” misspelled.
Scotty
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Thank you for the praise and pointing out the misspelled word.
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Thank
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