I hide behind my veil
I would never dare to take it off
I wear my silence like a dress
Shielding my body from their mocking scoffs
One day they’ll rip it off
And I will come undone
Unable to live with such shame
I will forsake the sun
I am mute as they accost me
I offer no reprisal
Pathetic thing that I am
Deference is my only means of survival
Pain is but mere data
I tell myself in vain
What do I care for this body?
I hold it all in disdain
Let them do to me as they will
Let them act as they enjoy
For I have made myself nothing
I have become void
- Author: Thomasine Dye ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2022 01:04
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 25
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Comments1
'to survive, we adapt
if void is your, thread
to that grip, as a - hold
for all that you treasure
in life
then, so be it..'
dear poet
stay strong!
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