The Black Mark
Some eyes
search for darkness
some minds
search for fault,
and I,
not wishing to disappoint
have an uncontrollable urge
to oblige them.
Having no desire to reveal anything
beyond the black mark
that they believe
can never be erased.
I remain stained,
regardless of my restitution
for the indefensible crime
of learning the hard way.
Hearts are sealed
against such as I,
sanctimonious towards
those not sanctified,
and from I the unholy
they demand an eternal
Mea Culpa
About Me
- Elizabeth Manuel
- Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- Born Elizabeth Maiden, one of four children, I have written poetry since the age of fourteen, although it didn't occur to me till recently to save or share the things I wrote as I never imagined as a young adult that I I would ever want to share my deepest thoughts with anyone. Now I keep my poems as a sort of shorthand diary of key moments from my life. My hope is that other 'poets' might derive some pleasure and comfort from mutual recognition of feeling expressed here.
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