Some nights I wondered,
With the dark was closing in,
About the next line,
The next step,
The next life.
In the dark I painted,
A prophecy for myself
A mural out of blinding neons.
With the painting whirling,
I would finally embrace the sleep,
That had been weighing me down.
But you denied me
My space, my time, my glory.
You built a barricade;
A feeble attempt,
To lock the lion's cage,
A mere curtain to my colossal stage.
I will rip it apart;
Your facade, your mask,
Your sheep skin.
You may be the wolf,
But a wolf without its pack,
Is imperiled.
Walk into my lair,
Oh, cunning prey,
Fear not, for I neither crave
Your flesh nor your blood.
I am but a broken heart,
With a vandalised art,
Simply aching for revenge.
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When I was writing the poem, I had seen the narrator as a victim of abuse. Just thought to share that information with you. Does this information make you see the poem in a different light?Tell me what you think!
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Vandalised neons
PoetryIt is a poem on someone who lost their dreams.The poem tells about the girl's passion, anger following the loss of her dream #2 lostdreams (16/03/2020) #1 abusevictim(04/12/2020) #4 rapevictim(20/04/2020) #24 confrontation(16/3/2020)
