Red-colored glasses.

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  My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Invictus by William Ernest Henley


I took my head to meet the wall

And I realized that she was very well-mannered

For she took me in a warm embrace

A hug so tight, I almost felt my consciousness slip away 

I felt loved

Because I felt her love spill down the side of my face

I got emotional and started to cry

She asked me why

I told her it was with tears of joy that my eyes were filled


I took my head to meet the wall

And it was a lovely meeting 

For I left marks on her

The way she left marks on me 

And I know, I saw her through rose-colored glasses

I’m sorry, 

It was the effect of the blood blurring the things I see



"My head is bloody, but unbowed" is supposed to mean that, despite the hardships, my soul is unconquerable. Interestingly enough, I could not finish this poem in a more positive note. I assault my own soul with violent thoughts. Sometimes we can be our own perpetrators. We need to learn to not bow to our own shadows, but it is hard. They live inside of us.




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