On Poems

by [pens&feathers]

The world holds its breath,
as she exhales in a barrage of words.
Page for page,
she’s got you pinned to a description
that is anything but right
to anyone but her,
wrangling in your whirlwind personality
with a handful of stray syllables.

She’s dreaming again,
of a place not so far distant,
in a past not so far gone,
or maybe just a future not yet forgiven.
Writing you out
because she can’t keep still
when the words are all
trapped inside.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. On Poems

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    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Your poem has the raw feel of emotions during fights. The stray syllables, the (un)meant sentiments. The desire for release. Very well done.

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