I Am A Lit Match Turned to Ash,
Each breath I take pulls me under,
Unable to see the light,
Senses boil,
I am a lit match turned to ash,
I am a thousand voices,
Unable to take a breathe,
My body a frozen statue,
Trembling as if the earth were quaking,
The world turns a blind eye,
Succumbed to my own actions,
No longer in control,
Held captive,
Like a tomb,
I scream from within,
But every sound is silenced.
What do you think? I'm curious, what your interpretation of it is? Did I do alright? Any advice?
Random Question: What is your favorite thing(s) about nature? Does that favorite thing(s) have a meaning? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm just curious is all.
-SunshineRain83
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She Who Is Wild Is Free
PoetryI use my emotions and turn them into poetry, or at least I do my best when I'm in the mood to. I wanted to share them without being known, could you tell me what you think? Maybe?
