Dismantled

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 13, 2013


He discovers pieces
around him, inching their
way closer up his thighs,
and somehow,
he must keep going.

Calling
upon fate,
stomping his feet,
singing acapella
for fear his fears
will silence him.

Left in a city of ruins
with only words caressing his palms,
as others' faces turn away,
spiralling out of control

because they can't seem to talk themselves
into joy.

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Written 6/13/13 @ 1:17 pm

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I'm not entirely sure what to make of this piece, unless the meaning is totally obvious, I do find it difficult to find what some poems are trying to say.

    From this piece, and baring in mind I am probably wrong, I took that he is someone who is content with his life, and always had things good fortune and well, and when he meets people that are struggling or dealing with the realities of life, he finds it hard to relate and understand them.

    I'm not sure, there seemed to be some confusion in this piece, from his point of view.

    But this was a nice poem, from what I took from this.
    xx

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