Wired

by Dawn   Apr 9, 2013


"How can you tell me that
you don't feel anything?"
I'm as numb as the fingertips
you reached out for me with-
cold and undead just like my
eyes as they scan the neglected
graveyard that is my soul.

I'm not cut from the same cloth;
but I think that's what makes me
hurt the most. But then again, what
would you know, pen and paper-
unfeeling. I've sent out messages to
you for what seems like eternity.

When will my fire kindle and spark,
Like everyone else?

"You didn't listen, you didn't hear me.
doesn't matter, you wouldn't believe
me." Believe me, a raven screams,
and I watched her with melancholy
eyes as she drenched my shirt with her
tears, and I wept quietly for fear of
disturbing her. She was Autumn.

I fear I've become Winter...

Tears ebb away from their
tracks, and anger crawls in
and hisses at any attempt of
reconciliation; as I am just
another seething being with
just one face for the world.

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  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    This is so beautiful written, full of depths of your soul and darkness! I really loved the way it flowed and especailly the way you described your emotion, picture perfect!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Mimed Lovette

    I get this sense of sadness and and passive anger from this poem. I liked how you used the phrase "seething being" to project your inner feelings.

    "I'm not cut from the same cloth;"
    I particularly enjoyed this sentence, it gives a very literal and metaphorical sense of meaning which I liked a lot.

    From the poem, I thought it was excellent that you personified seasons to characteristics, such as Autumn to someone likeable, or someone we enjoy being around with while Winter gave me the idea that you feel unwanted, numb and cold. I can tell that this poem might carry a heavy meaning in your life and the direct speech you used allowed us to properly hear what you wanted to say. Thumbs up and keep your chin up hun :)

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