Paint Me Not
Paint me not in shades of brilliant blue and red
Coloring over my misguided lines of glossy black
And smeared greys
Don’t layer me over with sentiment and morality
Forgetting my deformity of thought
And bare deeds
Have the fortitude to lay it out
As I was and am naked and old, withered
And decaying now
My life will be dust soon enough and should not be concealed while it can be revealed.
Note: Inspiration comes when it is ready. I was viewing a photo and a post over at MelodyWatson.com and somehow, my thoughts and feelings lead to the poem above...