Hardly the Dead of Night

Because her suffering is but little...

She looks at the mirror

And smiles kindly at herself

But only she can see the hate.

It harbours in her eyes,

Never noticed behind her disguise.

She goes out of her way

To apply the makeup that so cleverly hides

What she believes no one else will want to see.

But little does she know,

How tiny is her foe...

No one tells her it could be worse.

No one says she could be starving.

Although she feels like she is dying

Death is no where to be seen.

She needs to stop thinking she's so keen;

Privileged is what she is.

She has nothing to hurt her

So she hurts herself.

So blessed that just a few drops of rain

Could wash away her pain.

Author's Note

One of the many mixed messages society sends us about mental illness.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I had to read twice.
"Privileged is what she is.
She has nothing to hurt her
So she hurts herself.
So blessed that just a few drops of rain
Could wash away her pain."
Some pain is hard to erased or to be understood. Thank you Riley for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Riley Justine]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate the review!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Riley.

[L.M.W.]

I really respect and enjoyed this poem Riley. I especially liked the last couple of lines which perfectly portray the dilemmas and personal feelings of many people I know on their own perspectives of their lives. Really nice job and great poem.

[Richard Patrick]

It is remanenscent of older poets. The privileged o not think of the working man. They do not toil for a farthing, o not bleed for a pence, the poor live their lives, in mettorsy. Begging on the streets for bread
dreaming of a scrap of food, to be as the worthy are, it is so far a dream. We live to die, as we are on this world a short span. The seconds tick down o not wear a frown, father has spoken, we lay as the dead, for that be what we are.

[Violet Stone]

I love this! I could really feel all the emotions and I can understand it well. Its unfortunate that people can feel this way but hopefully realize "just a few drops of rain could wash away her pain"
I will be sure to check out more of your work! :)

[AaronFreitas]

Nice work Riley! The things we hide from the world we can never hide from ourselves. Awesome write explaining how you feel :)

[Riley Justine]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed!

[Not here]

i love this poem :) such powerful images omgggg. great job riley. 100 from me

[Riley Justine]

Thank you :) and thanks for finding the time to read it!