Wood Scrabble
Do you like my poem? I wrote in about 2 minutes?
Scratch and Strangle
We struggle with the bonds that pull us down
We fight them, gnaw them, strangle them.
We hurt what hurts us, and don’t think about it.
When we get what we want, it’s all the same.
We roll in the dirt, scrabble on the wood and the stone
We punch blindly, and sometimes we hurt those we love
We reach unknowingly, and grab whatever we can
We pull ourselves up, inch by terrifying inch.
We stand on the edge of the cliff to feel the thrill
We let our fingers trail along the smoldering flame
We crush ourselves inside, and we try to feel.
We burn ourselves, killing and ravaging our emotions
And put our souls on display.
-Sleepnix
Sarah, go ahead. Just make sure you give the credit to me. Put (c) sleepnix or something. I own that poem, and I copyrighted it, so make sure you give credit. Otherwise thank you! It’s very flattering.
the repeating “we” before each verse was very different, and at the end you used “and” for your last line. it’s simply breathtaking and you elaborated so well in your writing. any human being could relate to it, and when i had read it i felt as if i could be in those exact moments. the picture your poem paints is stunning, and please keep writing(:
Scrabble & the Roly-poly (uk: wood-louse)
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