10 Etznab
White Planetary Mirror
Murdered was my Soul –
Surgically
Methodically
Intentionally
In infancy
Ignored –
Or given deadly
Double Meanings
By five
I was wise –
Well beyond my Years
Thoroughly repressed
Utterly depressed
It got much worse –
Needle Tracks
Insults – Incest – Neglect
Not – so – veiled References
To my horrendous Imperfections –
There was no pleasing
No appeasing
No approval
In their Eyes
I fail
In all Ways –
Is it my Death-wish?
Or just my Death
They wish?
My Soul was
Shattered long ago
And with it died my Dreams.
©Kleomichele Leeds