All my life they were blind
went around with no purpose
stumbling with every step
ghosting the longing words in the November air,
thinking too much about what to change
the rope was burned into their skin
until they let go
and allowed themselves to fall
8 comments:
This is good I liked how real it felt.
This was so good. The flow of it was great.
The flow was great and it gave off a great mood
He ending was very meaningful. I suppose it's up to us to find out who you mean by they.
I really like the part when you said about letting go. It really intensified the mood in the poem, and left you at a point where you are asking more and more questions.
It was so cool how you set up your story.
Poems that send shivers down your spine. i love it.
Abstract; clearly personal. If so, heavy stuff. You need to curl up with a quart of ice cream on a partly sunny day, and watch two 1980s coming-of-age dramadies to release you from the place you were in when you wrote this poem.
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