Poem 1980 (2)

 

In shame

 

Speaking from a mouth of pain
who would want to hear such things
am I to sing of pockmarked skin
my ugliness and dismal days
what kind of songs are those?

So mirror take me
earth swallow
my soiled face
and scarred soul
I want to be invisible.

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