Person of Interest

No person

No person (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You were a person of interest
In the pit of my life
A criminal, dark nightshade
A switch blade knife
Your photo pinned to walls
And jagged lines
The passage of relationships
Are here defined

A sociopath in cultured clothes
Your nails pristine
And of your rank nefariousness
You kept your visage clean
I’ll never pin this crime on you
They’ll never know
Your clever plans and strategies
Can’t overthrow

You’re just a photo in the files
Of my lost memory
Some notations and connections made
Known just to me
Your joker’s face will hide the dark
So skilfully
So only those who feel the crime
Will ever see

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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11 Responses to Person of Interest

  1. Ray says:

    You are on a dark theme today… I like it, but hope you’re ok. 🙂

  2. Another deep and engaging poem Helen. I like this one, wish I had more time this morning to comment more, oh well, the coffee table might be the place…

  3. Solothefirst says:

    Unknown creepy… I can picture it

  4. Very dark…very much someone I know. 🙂

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