 | Latest Poem: Out of the Moment |
| Out of the Moment Up on the hill, where the grass grows yellow And two streets meet; Never colliding Sits a wall Bricked to the eye, and wood thereafter, The cracks weaving a picture Of a hopeless future, made of the discarded This is her wall. The girl with the tangled hair Camouflaged by the dust from the face Rusted eyes peer out from the untamed bangs Back on the streets Daily bustle; daily sounds A coin falls onto the ground Clattering with renewed intensity As it hits the drain. She screams. She cowers on her bricks Yet the commoners fight each other Pushing and shouting Till they run into her wall Till they run into her Terrified of their touch and the pain it brings She cries Back on the streets, They taunt her Laughing at the unbrushed hair The unkempt clothes Unprovoked screams Tear covered face Settled into isolation Forever on the brick and wooden wall Where the yellow grass grows Hidden from society Sits the girl of tangled hair. |
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 | Poem Category: Grief |
| Poems in this category:
Out of the Moment by Worker Bee (Jul. 10) Save Me by shyla (Jun. 05) Burning Baghdad by frayed (Mar. 11) |
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