""
by fearfulwriter
Cast away in the shadows with all her fears,
She huddles in the corner as the end nears.
Crying and suffering is all that’s left.
Being torn away feels almost like theft.
Dark and dull this world spins round.
As everyone else clings to the ground.
Nothing seems wrong but nothing seems right.
As she turns around to the see the light.
It shines so bright that it puts in shadows,
that are so thin that they make everything seem like battles.
The strings hang around her pulling her this way and that.
They make her like a puppet, doing everything perfect and right up to bat.
Suddenly it stings right across her face,
As the hand slips away she sees a white space.
Water wells up in her eyes,
The moment, she realizes realizes everyone dies.
She looks at herself face-to-face,
In a mirror that has no base.
In her mind she knows she is dead,
But outside she sees nothing but red…
This was from my high school days, when I thought poetry had to rhyme. Little did I know that words can string together to make beautiful poetry without rhyming.
Poetry
4 Comments on “”
Comments are closed.
2 Likes
1699 Views
Share:
What was the inspiration for this piece? How long did it take to write?
When I was in high school, I was a very depressed person. I was bullied and the like because of my last name mainly. So basically everything I wrote then was dark. This piece took me about 5-10 minutes to write. Most of the time with any poetry that I write, the inspiration just hits me and I start writing until I feel I am done.
That’s hard to hear. But it sure did turn into some measured writing.
I’ve met some people who spend weeks on one poem to get all of it exactly how they want. But I too have a similar style where I write on the spot, maybe re-read it and make addages later, but mostly get it down the first time.
I do not hold anything against those that treated me badly in the past, because in reality it made the person I am today. I am quite proud of the person I am today. Writing was what got me through my tough times. The only thing that I have notices is that now that I am happy, I don’t seem to have as many inspiring moments as I did so my writing suffers, but I count that as a blessing. When I first when to college I went for journalism and graphics design,I remember once in my poetry class our instructor gave us a 20 minute assignment for what we were thankful for. I wrote mine with about 10 minutes to spare and she was very skeptical that I had even thought it through but was very surprised when she read it after.