A soft autumn night
turned stone cold,
goosebumps wrapping my skin as I lay.
The image of handmade paper lanterns next to the TV
burnt into my eyes, adamant to focus on anything else
in that dimly lit room.
Maybe if I could press the sights
into my skull
I wouldn't have to attend to the scars seared into my skin.
Maybe the burns would just disappear if I learned to forget.
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Author:
Connor Xavier (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So this poem is about a traumatic experience I had in 2010. I've had to learn to accept what happened to me and get used to kind of being as open as I want to be. I repressed what happened for a very long time in the hopes I wouldn't have to deal with the situation at hand, but sooner or later I have to deal with it. I suppose this poem is kind of me realising it happened, but I don't want to deal with it, while simultaniously expressing a part of me that wants to help myself. I'm totally open to hear other peoples interpretations, because that one of the things that makes poetry so interesting.
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