Wax

Draven

I met his gaze
and saw his despair

Painful to watch 
but worse to repair 

Words pack a punch
and pierce like a spear

Wax down my cheeks
scalding those too near.

Though he is near
I feel so alone

I reached in
and he turned to stone.

 

  • Author: Draven (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2021 06:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Loosely inspired by Medusa, turning to stone (this is a recurring theme with me). Fictional.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34
  • User favorite of this poem: kitty the naughty poet.
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Comments6

  • woundedheart

    Poor Medusa damned by her own beauty. Painful to watch but worse to repair, love those lines, beauty in brevity.

    • Draven

      Thank you!

    • orchidee

      Good write D.

      • Draven

        Thank you!

      • Paul Bell

        Poor Medusa, on our third date as well. Love the rhythm.

        • Draven

          Haha thank you!

        • Rozina

          A scene so clear in my mind from just a few lines. Wonderful poem.

          • Draven

            Thank you!

          • Coyote

            Perfect metre here Draven. Flows like a song🙂

            • Draven

              😀 Thanks so much!

            • Neville



              sh ... it happens to the best of us ... enjoyed by me ...

              • Draven

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