I
Am
A
Wreck
Bruised and discarded like those old ships
You found me and now what?
Why do you smile?
Everyone passes me by and not give a damn
Not …A…Damn!
You smiled at me
You reached for me and…and
What am I supposed to do?
You don’t understand
I’m a wreck
Your light hurts me
Stop! Smiling!
“Beautiful”
Me?
Beautiful?
Does he not see the bruises I carry?
This eye is black and blue
I did not fall
STOP..SMILING!
It’s starting to rain now
I can feel it
“Don’t cry.”
Who’s crying?
I never cry
never..







This is a very moving piece. I really see the pain expressed here. In a smile.
Regards
James
Thank you, James Sometimes my mind wonders off and I go with the flow and feeling.
Powerful. Felt those words. Great ink.
Thank you, Nick ;))
Great write Fia. Can feel that pain you captured it perfectly.
Thank you, appreciate it