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message 1: by Isaac (new)

Isaac | 8014 comments shattered glass
(crystal windows)
you can see me better
than i see myself
(what am i, i ask
no one ever answers)

fingers breaching out like
spindly limbs from a tree
that watched the last five
generations grow old

i'm so close, i think,
i'm so close to salvation.
i fall again.

wounded lungs,
sharpened knives.

i put a bandage on my
knee and stand up again.
faint trickles of blood stain
the ground. it's always
been that way.

(it hurts to breathe)

it tightens around my chest
(it feels so good not to breathe,
i feel normal for once
)
and i open my eyes into the
deceit spread for centuries.
i'm not one of them.
(i'll never be one of them.)

i
want
to
love
me

you
won't
let
me

i am who i am.
(he, him, his)


message 2: by Allison (new)

Allison | 679 comments This is a very powerful poem, as yours always are. Bravo. *claps*


message 3: by Alina (new)

Alina (alinapink-rose) | 331 comments ^^^ Exactly. *claps*


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