THE FACE OF NO NAME

[liquidpromise]

Adorn my figure with
White flowers
The color of purity and innocence

Adorn my head with
Thorns
The pain of humility

Mark my heart with
Crimson red
For blood be of this color

Saturate my soul with
Envy
For that be the Black Hand that holds me

As integrity stifles
Those who mourn
I will weep with thee

And blasphemy shall never
Cross this tongue
I mourn myself, not

Adorn my face with
Red hot tears
For they shall never know of my existence

Adorn me with
All of the colors of the same scope
For it is this life that rapes me

Keeps me
Binds me
Soaked in nothing more than mere shame

And I, this flower
Of opportunity
That again and again, fails to open such doors

I am a bed of spores
Seeping into every crevice
I lie to you, not

These ribbons of sacrifice
Linger, no more
Awakening to the world’s many open sores

I taste the blood upon my bruised lips
In ugliness, I am so adorned
And still, I wonder what it means to be remembered

[DavidMc]

This reads like a prayer.. Extraordinary imagery you have used here. A very profound write.

David

[liquidpromise]

Thank you for your feedback, hon, always ...

[anirbas]

Ah, Lauren...There you go again...Feels like you ripped a page, right out of my life...I love your writing...It's powerful, real and filled to the brim with truth...Nir.

[liquidpromise]

Thank you ...

[anirbas]

Just enjoying reading your work so much, I feel blessed to do so. Nir

[liquidpromise]

WOW!, heck, what a superb compliment, truly.

Thank you very much Nir ...

[anirbas]

You're very welcome...

[liquidpromise]

*Smiles~ back