Antipathy

Incising through flesh, life force escaping,
A pristine body no longer to be.
Forcedly ignorant of her aching,
Masquerading wounds so no one can see.

Outward blemishes visible to all,
Internal scars are the ones that hurt most.
Projecting an imperceptible pall,
She is ours for eternity they boast.

The day of reckoning will soon arrive,
A razor blade that once was a lover.
With infinity it, too, will connive,
Some injuries one cannot recover.

Vitriolic self-chastisement must cease,
To create a new foundation for peace.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” ~ Bob Marley

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