Thank you for choosing me.
For reaching the thick pane
and attempting to gaze at this detainee,
even if in vain.
The bars of burnt umber
refuse to acknowledge your cadmium glow,
like the patrons who outnumber and fancy
while I follow
your every glimmer.
While I smile at your hazy suggestion,
watching through the blue sliver
of the peaked curtain named discretion.
But the falsehood remains in the attendee -
for I am blind but you can see.
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Author:
micromorth (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2020 11:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a few years ago but I still want to share - it's my best attempt to describe my mental health at the time.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I like your attention to detail, imagine this took a few drafts to shape so eloquently, while maintaining its capacity to project your raw feelings with so much brevity. It demonstrates your passion for writing,
thanks for sharing
Thank you! This was so sweet! It's pretty old but I want to get back into writing poetry for sure (:
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