Nothing

by Riss   Apr 25, 2018


I am nothing
Flaws sewn together
with good intentions
and hell to pay

I am temporary
A wisp of red hair
A shout of life,
dying in the wind

I am fragile
Glass already broken
Hands that bleed
from mending wounds

I am hopeless
with shaking fists
and a tearfilled eyes,
angry at my own existence

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Short and powerful!

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Well written. I hope a cathartic balm from it remains with you, revitalising, healing where it's needed most.

    Welcome.

  • 7 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Sometimes the most temporary and fleeting of things are the most beautiful.

    Everyone likes butterflies as they lightly flutter about. The moth seems more frantic and aggressive. They both just want to live.

    Yet everyone dislikes dislikes moths!

    They are both fleetingly beautiful. You just need to ignore exuberant colours and see how graceful both are.

    Brothers, sisters and cousins drawn to a light they can only hope to touch.

    Loved this poem

    Craig

    Ps I loved the metaphorical way in which this was presented

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A dark first post that's very well written.

    A warm welcome to the site,

    Ben

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