by Obscure   Mar 21, 2022

I house your disappointments
Here, behind cold bars of aching bone
And tape them to my insides
If I cannot, at least they'll have a home

I coat myself in sorrow
Not all is mine, but still its shame I wear
It warms me like a blanket
Encased in melted stone, why should I care

I stuff my mind with questions
And doubt the answers more than they are worth
But I choke back the warnings
It matters not, for soon I will be earth

- © Obscure 2022


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  • 10 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love how you used "house" as a verb in the first line, and as always, I enjoy your rhymes. They never feel too forced or out of place, and they keep the poem flowing along. Even in three stanzas, I felt a lot with this. I interpreted "I will be earth" as a few things. Possibly synonymous with being buried, encased in dirt, meeting one's demise. Or trying to find stability and touch a foundation you trust - to not become lost in the inner workings of the brain that convince you shame is all you will carry, or that your nothing will grow from what you've been through. Great work!

    • 10 months ago

      by Obscure

      I really enjoy hearing about people's interpretations of what I've written! Thank you so much for commenting!

  • 10 months ago

    by Kate

    I adore this.

    • 10 months ago

      by Obscure

      I'm so glad you like it and thank you so much for commenting!

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