Classification

by stormingdance (Jessica)   Aug 16, 2016


A small glimmer of hope
Rings on the surface.
A small cry for help
Never breaks the silence.

A tingle of fear
Jolts through the mind.
A small, fragile soul
Confined in a box.

A wish for independence
Never strikes the air.
A desire for fulfillment
Drowns in despair.

A weak grip on faith
Never breaks the ice.
Reality simply a form
Shaped by the viewers mind.

A clash of depression
Creeps through the veins
Placed in a group
Left there to rot.

A feeling of regret
Flows through the soul.
A lost name, forgotten,
Through classification.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    Ahhh...a lot of meaningful thoughts put out as a message and lots of things we try to express usually comes out or taken the wrong way.

    I like the flow of this poem and the rhythm it holds. You have written it with a bounce to this read..well done!

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This is one quite interesting write here and it made me read it a few times.
    Hope to me is very important and something we should never give up on.
    A cry for help is often misunderstood and no it does not really break the silence.
    Where fear is concerned I learned to fight it and overcome it.
    Who does not want their independence and I certainly have regrets and that is my reality.
    This is an amazing write and I will add to my favorite. All the very best.