The Scent Of My Skin Is Familiar Poem by Louie Vizcarra

The Scent Of My Skin Is Familiar



Look at these treasures
where once they had been so beautiful
as where a pirate would take to the sea in pursuit
here they have crumbled into ashes, smoke and dust.
Long ago I took to a faraway coast, where I dove into the gold.
But after 2 swings in full circle
I am rendered sleepyhead
with a sleepy head and sleepy mouth.
So tired of racing to only see half of me has left the start
I now see where indeed I have come apart.
These treasures turned poison
cling to my bones like cancer, choking my eyes again
burning against my walls against my rules and against my skin.
The damage powerful and irreversible, impossible to shed
The poison whispered in my ear
'The scent of my skin is familiar'
with a dead voice that covered my blue bones.
On trial as a criminal
where I only feel oppressed
I wish to go back in time
because these treasures that promised wealth
have deceived as the snake in the Garden of Eden.

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