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Poem Details
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| Title: | Without permission |
| Author: | Patricia Carbone |
| Date Submitted: | 12/16/2007 |
| Email: | ptty1515@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
With my body full of needles digging into me, so deep that when I try to take them out, they only go deeper. In the middle of my desert, to which I've grown so accustomed, I'm here without permission to hate, because hating kills me; without permission to feel, because all I feel is darkness. Yet my biggest worry is that I'm unable to be myself, when in life the best therapy is that which allows us to be ourselves. The beauty of the world seems to be unable to conquer the ugliness in my soul. Your beauty hurts me because when I see my reflection in your eyes, I see... darkness. Your honesty enrages me, because every time I smile, I lie. I dislike your tenderness, because I melt in the fear of losing, losing control of permitting me to be me. With every world and gentle touch, each needle penetrates to the depth of my darkness. Allowing light to which I'm unaccustomed.... |