It is never to late, like an Etch a Sketch
you got shook up and put away blank.
It has left you feeling numb and done.

The image before a picture drawn by one
that never notice that the canvas started out
all silver made of your special silver lining.
The drawing a sketch tried over and over
covered all the unique silver “you” now all
enclosed black. Blank upside down shook
up you come back, pure silver all beautiful
you. A canvas perfect for the ideal artist true,
Etch a Sketch you are not, gorgeous you are.

A sad heartfelt write yet wonderfully written,
I hope you feel better soon. It’s not right for
an intelligent pretty women like you all alone
and feeling blue. Unless of course you’re taking
a break. lol

Take care and I must say, Write On.

awesome poem, especially these lines:

There is little hope,
And no devotion.

I cannot see,
While my eyes are open.

and, of course, the rest is really good, too
5/5

-Erica

Kaitlin, this is a wonderful poem. Numb but hopeful, intensely emotional in its deadened grasp for something vital. It's a fine line to tread in a poem but you managed to evoke both excellently.

And because that blooming bug keeps affecting me, I'm leaving here a comment regarding Self-Inflicted... that really truly is a beautiful poem; well-wrought and evocative. You're an exceptional poetess.

Nice poem, although your flow and 'style' seems to change throughout it. Was that on purpose? Well, I did like it. It's briefly stated, yet still poetic... even if I did find that your swapping of stanza styles (i hope you understand what I mean) a tad confusing.

Outstanding poem! I love where you wrote:

I cannot see,
While my eyes are open

And I like the way you wrote it, ending each statement with a period. It gives you a feeling of such finality. I really enjoyed this!