Pocket Poems

Fingertips

I feel a brush of skin on skin,
A feeling as if it were my kin.
As it trys to pull me in,
To lock me in a den.

To pull me away from my fantasy,
Into the world's reality,
To push me away from what I know,
Into the world's unknown.

As the world reaches for me,
My life turns into a different story,
My head pounding with the misery,
Of this trickery.

I guard as I can,
But they pull me into their plan,
Fighting it would just cause more pain,
As they add another chain.

I scream for air,
They drown me for being a liar,
Nothing I've ever known,
Will help me change the tone.

I gather my strength,
One last time,
A new found fire,
Raging within,
I pull once more,
I lossen the chains,
Running away again.

I run to the arms of those who are safe,
I stand with pride, for those at my side, will stay with me on this ride.
The world stands there, its venom drips, I stand just out of reach, of it's fingertips.

This is one of my more abstract poems, so each person may interpret it differently.
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Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but please keep it kind :)