Too soft and forsaken
to be truthful by its touch,
the satin red bed sheet stained
by the past of misconduct.
The world only knows the tale
of its deadly thin array,
how it captures secrets of the raped,
the deceived, and broken faith.
It is better to not regret
so we try to forget those
gritty memories we have made,
but the sheets will keep them locked away.
We cannot kill what we did not create;
the ugliness of human race.
We manipulate memories and try to replace,
we entangle ourselves with shame and disgrace
in these satin red bed sheets
that remember it all
and they will never forget what we have done wrong.
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ReplyDeleteVery deep and profound. I love the use of red and all its meanings--danger, anger, passion, and the satin sheet--slick, smooth, coverup. This is an awesome poem, Chris, you are a very talented man.
ReplyDeleteYour words continue to amaze me each time you write something new. The way you convey your thoughts and the words you choose in this poem are extremely powerful. So many lines in this poem stick out to me but my personnal favorite would have to be "It is better to not regret so we try to forget those gritty memories we have made" :)
ReplyDeletethank you so much for all your comments <3
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