Aftermath

by silvershoes   Nov 10, 2016


What am I.
Fat. Pig. Dog. Slob. Disgusting animal.
What. No longer who.
Don't look me in the eyes.
I am not real.

And the sun will rise.
And the sun will rise.
But not for a long, long time.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Jordan

    It reeks of heartache and melancholy. A very sobering piece that's well grounded, it instills that all too real feeling of hopelessness that comes from raw pain. 5/5

  • 7 years ago

    by Belle

    Wow, just wow. This could be interpreted in so many different ways. Thank you for this poem.

  • 7 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Wow. Chills, chills, chills. That is all I can say. The pain and the way a lot of us are somehow assured it will all be okay, that there is hope, yet we cannot give a definite time. We know it in our hearts there has to be light, but it seems so far away that it conflicts our peace of mind.

    So powerful. I can't even express that. Glad Brookie nominated this.

  • 7 years ago

    by Sunshine

    This is saddening. I never expected politics to get worse and deeper into our personal life. But it always proves me wrong; every now and then somethings comes up somewhere and proves for me that we are not free and that there is certain power above us, that no matter how wise or well educated we are - that power has the ability to bring us down.

    Well expressed, and well written - the closing lines mix emotions between despair and hope. so truthful.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Jane,

    Certainly an entirely relevant write in these rather worrying times; I can feel your hurt and anger through the screen.
    I really hope someone nominates this (there have been a pathetic amount of nominations this week) as I am all out of votes. I will nominate on Monday if it doesn't get the vote it deserves.

    Cheer up if you can and stay well,

    Ben

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