Eyes blue,
Eyelashes blue.
Shirt blue,
Tights blue.
My chest feels heavy.
Pesada.
¿No sé cómo explicártelo?
Tengo una escalada pesada.
Nerves vacillate.
The impairment of feeling,
Injury of words.
Who knew something so expected could
Kill?
Why can’t I learn?
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Author:
julia<3 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2023 21:10
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A beautiful poem. I may not have gotten its full impact due to my singular language impairment. I sensed a sadness in the poem and hope nothing tragic has happened. I think you have a powerful gift and can't believe you are so gifted as to write like this at your age. Stay with it. - Phil A.
Well Phil, your single language impairment did not stop you from understanding what I was trying to convey! It is nice to hear that even if you didn’t understand some words you UNDERSTOOD my poem. Very appreciated!
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