I cast a shadow unto mine own image
Never realizing the implications of the things unfinished
A barricade I built to what once was my place to hide
Right on the shore to be washed by the tide
A royal blue flower on my box it sleeps
Silently at night I hear it weep
It longs for the wall to be filled again
With all the memories it held before came the rain
I can't control the rain, when it comes and when it goes
But when it comes, time surely slows
I will knock, but don't open the door
You will see I am drenched with things not pure
The window is clear enough for you to see
The difference between that girl you knew and the present me
The sun rose, a hopeful promise to erase away
But I awoke in the morning with a scream
Disappointed when I realized none of it was a dream
It sounds like the person in this poem is haunted by their past (past actions, past inactions, and past people). I can relate to that.
ReplyDeleteI found a lot of cool phrases that you wrote. My favorites were:
second stanza:
A royal blue flower on my box it sleeps
Silently at night I hear it weep
and the whole third stanza.
Thanks for the read sis! I always enjoy your comments!
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