thing

Hazel_Blossom

And so it sits here,

this thing in my chest,

craving a way to be

bled onto pages

see, this thing is alive

it's brushing against its cage

this thing is quiet 

straining whispers against the light

An untameable thing

hunched over and silent

the tragedy of a beast

whose past was violent 

  • Author: Hazel_Blossom (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2023 04:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: I\\\'ve been experiencing poet\\\'s block (if thats a word). I read a book recently and it inspired me to write some again so here\\\'s the first
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, well written
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (funny how we regress, to survive
    rediscovering that fetal position
    to cocoon, what remains of us within
    awaiting that Aurora, opportunity
    to re-remerge, and try one more
    time)



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