Every wall, every painting, left behind.
Carrying the weight of memories, never mine
Rusted and left confined,
A reliable listener of time.
Underneath the smiling faces and oak frames,
Spending eternity and holding days,
Holding in weight, holding wood, holding in space,
Even after failing,wasn’t shown grace.
Among grief and glee, delight and despair,
Through faith and fear,
Held a memory falling apart, near,
Only to be left with a wall to stare.
Bent more each passing year,
Burdened by the weight of voices lingering near.
Present in the past, present in the future,
Present in the present, waiting for the rupture.
The day it failed, it fell over,
Crushed the glass, game over.
Bathed in rust and bent to dust,
Eliminated with care, time couldn’t build trust.
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Author:
Hazel_Dusk (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Through the metaphor of the nail, the poem explores the invisible emotional labor, resilience, and loneliness of the people who spend their lives holding others together. Thank you for reading. ©Hazel_Dusk
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Comments1
This poem uses metaphor through the whole of the poem and as a nail it holds it together. Nicely done
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