Petite Poetry

Travesty

No one sees the silver lines,

Cutting up my heart,

The silver streaks, the dripping blood,

The travesty, an art.

Silent pleas, a cry for help,

Searching for a friend,

The silver streaks, the dripping blood,

The travesty, an art.

The pain and blood drip away,

A lonely void awaits,

The silver streaks, the dripping blood,

The travesty, an art.

Life and love flee the heart,

Flowing down the blade,

The silver streaks, the dripping blood,

The travesty, an art.

All that’s left is to say goodbye,

Going into the dark,

The silver streaks, the dripping blood,

The travesty, an art.

4-25-06