Portraits of pain
Painted in
That pretty little head of yours
The wasteland
That all your dreams tour
You sweat it out
The sheets are soaked
Your intentions cloaked
Constantly
Presenting falsities
Expected by society
The world left senseless
By its rose colored lenses
Now reality starts to set in
This life and all its dirty little sins
The truth behind the scenes
Uglier than the face of disparity
Portraits of pain
Calling out
That tiny little
Voice inside your head
The one
That makes you regret
Every single word you’ve said
One more story to tell
And then you’ll be dead
Portraits of pain
The blinding light
That’s keeping you awake
The unstoppable force
That preps your soul to take
Hold on tight
There’s no more time to waste
Portraits of pain
To keep you in your place
The darkness
That helps you hide your face
The unstoppable lies
That make this right
The waste of time
That is your life
These portraits of pain
Are worth
A million words
Painting, your entire world
How they illustrate
Everything you hate
These
Portraits
Of
Pain
7 comments
that’s pretty good… is it built or borrowed?
Built. With foundations made of sorrow, walls from torment, and a collapsing ceiling of pain……….
Hello clevername and breaking the cycle. That’s borrowed from Machado de Assis.
Regardless it spoke to me.
I read it right after I finished writing this
Almost is if Pandora was painting portraits of pain 🙂
as if it reflected my own writing
lol, busted?
Poetry-Encyclopedia Tristeza to the rescue!
she was referring to her post right before mine which I commented on. All of the posts on here from me are authentically mine.
oh… okay. ^^