A silent call, a scream unheard
An echoing roar, from the devil's bird
A boy climbs, with not a single word
A fear in his eyes, his vision blurred
His mother calls, sick with worry
His father searches, his eyes leery
They look around, simply unaware
That their only son remains upstair
A whisper spreads, from a jagged reflection
Bringing the boy, and his curious attention
A candle burns, flickering in the cold
The summer chill, weakening even the bold
A blue hand reaches, ready to deliver
It shakes a little, as it touches the silver
The world turns dark, stretching forever
A white light appears, but only a sliver
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem has a lot of metaphors, It represents a sensitive topic. The poem is about a child who runs away from his abusive father, looking for freedom, which he finds in their attic, in the form of a silver blade.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Perfect cadence an unstoppable rhythm enlivens this piece and drew to a second read and I set accoutrements aside and absorbed the bare boned substance and registered its merit. It’s a victory and keeper.
Resonates with the child I left for today and brings back memories of an oppressive childhood yesterday. Thanks for sharing. It surely has personal meaning to me.
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