They call me mean now
They say I’ve changed
Grown a lil darker
And slender
But is today yesterday
Does the week start and end
On Sunday
Does your calender
Read the same date
Is the moon always full
You weren’t there
During my fall
They call me mean now
Oblivious of the patterned scars
They tatted
On my once beautiful skin
Taking the form of Frankie
An ode to my name
They call me heartless
They plucked it out
Like a weed in the garden
Left me with a gaping hole
Stray demons found a home
Hungry vamps
Had blood in litres,
The supply endless
They call me dark now
Ignoring the stars
Sitting on me
Finding glory,
In my unending shadow
The darker I get,
The brighter they shine
But for the moon to rise,
In the west, the sun sets
© feddiesharkhy

Published by feddiesharkhy

New age poet determined to bring out the art of poetry.

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