I can't fathom why it is that I was bred so. Lypmhatic in all lunacy. Should I face my father and retrieve the infancy that he has stolen from me? Or be the godchild of a hapless innocence? I can't begin to understand how I've been overlooked so. Only this razor sees the real me. And it is digging deeper. Into this, I'm parallel with hideous memories. Close my eyes, and my past is sure to laugh at me. My skin is obsolete. Using my smile as a ruse to avoid myself. Pent-up youth. Shortening my own evolution. Looking over my shoulder to see only the blood. My life has become its own pollution. Futile hopes packed away. Dinner's getting stale. And I'm leaving this body today. Mother, you concieved me. And birthed me to rot. You left. In my nude, naive dreams, I was cradled. Mother, you failed. I will forgive you not. Fluctuating has ceased. I must not be lymphatic.Birth sign: Pisces
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