Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Weeds

by Shona Hicks

A yellow stare in your eyes gave it away
You were drowning in sickness
The wall of ego, vigilantly
guarding your empty heart,
hiding your broken mind,
had fallen.
Whose eyes did I see you through
when I loved you?
Following you down a rotted pathway
barely noticing the weeds
until I lost you in them.
Your wounds, now raw
infected by illicit substances.
Your pale grey flesh, lost it's colour
Your frail bones now curled up
as you await the next.
I couldn't stay and watch you wither,
there were roses I had never known.
For it wasn't until you were lost
that I was found again.

Added: 31.03.2010

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