P[e]NORAMA

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She shrieks at me again

This silence with a hoarse voice.
I close my ears to her ramblings

But she pries open my soul

Her tongue sharp

She cuts me to pieces

Wounding me like she has wounded me

Many times before.

 

I try to kill her — my tormentor.

But she just laughs, mocking me

Killing me like she has

Killed me many times before.

 

Again she shows me

They ring the loudest

The words that lurk underneath

The voices we forbid to speak.

 

//Sherma E. Benosa; 14 August 2011; 8:41am
aka Brainteaser = Penteaser

 

Help me see beyond the Fraus

That has come to live in you.

 

Show me how to look beyond

The tempest it has made you become.

 

Teach me to look not at

The destruction it has made you wreak

 

But at the torch you patiently held in the olden days

For me to come to where I now stand.

 

 

Remind me you used to be the compass

That showed me where North was —

 

The rudder and sail of my ship

As it traversed many a turbulent seas.

 

Because now I am beginning to forget;

Because now, I am hopelessly

Inebriated in your lies’ putrid breath —

 

Masterfully camouflaged, artfully disguised

In what I now see as phony smiles.

 

 

Pray I’ll remember that in everyone

There lie remnants of Achilles’ heels

 

Pray I’ll learn not to be like Paris

That I may not shoot you in your weakness.

 

Pray I’ll remember, it’s not condemnation

But a torch and a guiding hand that you need.

 

So you could re-discover where North is.

So you could find the strength to kill

The Fraus that has lodged itself in your heart.

 

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Sherma E. Benosa

February 15, 2009; 2:07pm

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