Little lamb
With your playful cheer in the forest
The mother, if she is to know
The prettiest of smiles are but facades
The little lamb
He would have to hear his never ending requiem
A sense of impending doom is upon thee little lamb
Wolf of the night
He was the devil in disguise
For let it be known
First they listen to you
Then they pamper you
But then they trap you
His hands on the little lambs body
He is frozen
His mouth quivers
His heart cluches
The little lambs head was pounding.
He can't be saved for the beast has claimed him
In the desolate room, walls of yellow
The sense of comfort was but a deception
But the eyes of the walls, they saw
The littlelamb, now in the forest alone
He feels his body tainted
Groped
You may glue a vase together
But the cracks are still present
I feel a lump in my throat
going down to my stomach.
You may have sewn my mouth shut
But you forgot to keep my hands tied
With these hands of mine I will make art
There is no silence there is only surrender
And he will not be my linger
But what if one day I become the monster.
To say his name, will make me nauseous.
To remember his face one day -- will drive me to insanity and there'll be no clarity
But let this be known, mother
You cannot bury what is not already dead
And death is of extreme beauty
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Author:
The Eye (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Personally, this reflects upon my trauma. After 12 years, Imy mouth has been sewn shut but my hands were not tied. Poetry is a theraputic thing, and if this helps you like it helps me, then I wish to you good luck on your healing journey.
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First, welcome to MyPoeticSide! 👋 Second, a powerful poem that speaks of deep trauma and coming to terms with truth and consequences. The idea of gluing the cracked pieces together reminds me of kintsugi, which is the Japanese art form of gluing (with a gold like paint) broken dishes together. It's beautiful...but you can very much still see the brokenness. The brokenness lends itself to the beauty of the whole piece...but the brokenness is still very much evident. It can't be hidden. Anyway. This poem is very wonderfully penned. I am sorry for the trauma you have endured...but your poetry is excellent and will speak volumes to people going through similar things. I look forward to reading more of you. 🌹🙏
Oh my, thank you so much!!! I truly appreciate your thoughts on this work of mine, it feels really good to hear other's opinions and even comparisons! Kintsugi, that gives me an idea to give this poem an illustration, so very much appreciated. I must say thank you once again for your kind words, I will certainly be posting more poetry 😌
Great! Can't wait to read more! You are welcome, my friend!
A very powerful and emotional poem which i totally understand, written with emotion but an underlying courage that will eventually get you through your healing journey, thank you
Thank you to you for your insight! I've written it for not just me but for other individuals who've had a tough time. We're all people and deserving of love.
You are very welcome
Welcome, love the poem
Thank you so much I appreciate this!!!!
You're welcome
Welcome to MPS! Poetry indeed is a freeing experience, which leads to healing. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading! It is therapeutic and it is a great way to share to a community of other like minded individuals :]
Indeed! You are most welcome 🙏🏻
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