Can't escape from the voice,
that pressures me to draw,
directly onto the blank canvas,
hid so well you never saw.
Wrists, hips and thighs,
a picture I have created,
yet must be covered incase of wandering eyes,
in fear of judgement and hatred.
Trapped in a mind that doesn't understand,
how to keep itself from drowning,
this time, last time, next time,
four times, five times, six times, counting.
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Author:
anongirl47 (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2020 16:54
- Category: Sad
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ANGELA HERE (I share this site with BRIAN my Fiance) Hi AG47 - Welcome to MPS. Thanks for sharing your first Poem. It is well structured - Three balance quatrains with a consitent rhyme pattern (xaxa abab xcxc). However - as you say - it paints a very SAD picture ! We do sometimes get trapped into Mental & Physical situations we cant fully understand ! I have faced such situations in my life - especially in relationships. However things changed when I met Brian three years ago (when I was 28) and we are getting married in April - AMEN. In my experience therfore there is always HOPE - however sad the past !
Blessings & peace for the future
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡
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Thankyou for your feedback!
Congratulations on your engagement and i wish you and Brian the very best Xx
That blank canvas can have so many memories both good an bad put onto it, always remember the good ones.
Welcome to MPS.
Very true!
Thankyou very much
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