Metaphors - Sad


She cut him down with his words
Her words were bullets to him
Drowning like birds trying to swim.

His heart is rock
His stomach is a black hole
When he talks it’s like someone stole is soul

He is a night owl
He has a broken heart
There’s no howl because he’s broken apart

Swimming in a sea of grief
Always feeling a bit blue
Time is a thief when you don’t know what to do

  • Author: Dysthymia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2018 03:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was playing around with metaphors. Iā€™m not sure if this writing fully makes sense as a story but I was messing with words.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 34
  • User favorite of this poem: Ecelis20.
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  • Ecelis20

    The ending line is very interesting and it does make sense to me šŸ™‚

  • Christina8

    Yes I get the last stanza quite a bit. It's relatable. Good job on these!

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