Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Deleted SKU, Aug 14, 2013.

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  1. Deleted SKU

    Deleted SKU Well-Known Member

    Really struggling with writers block, so tried a different approach to writing something... I don't think it worked out very well, but I told myself I would put it up here regardless. Don't know if it's helped any though :(


    Illuminated by dim light
    That slips between the ceiling gaps
    In this old rotting wooden cabin
    Dingy with dirt and half collapsed

    Sits a simple box, dull and dusty
    Left here in some lost days of yore
    The sound of echoes fill the room
    As footsteps cross the creaking floor

    She slowly kneels to inspect closer
    Red crayon letters scribbled swift
    Upon the lid read simply "hope"
    Shaking hands reach out and start to lift

    Her curious eyes see its contents clearly
    Its treasure nowt but shattered glass
    Sharp shards of something long forgotten
    Its story and its meaning passed

    Handle with care these fragile pieces
    Each sharp to touch, so between the cracks
    That slowly turn to red with blood
    As she slowly forms the pieces back

    Into what they perhaps once were
    Her blood the glue that holds them tight
    With tender touch and attentive eyes
    Its form must now be set to rights

    Until the figure becomes complete
    A figurine of a crying child
    Curled up in fear beneath a cover
    His expression fraught and wild

    And below a simple inscription sits
    Obscured by fractures filled in red
    "Here lies my past, here lies my hope,
    here lies my childhood long since dead"
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Your poem brings a sadness inside me so beautifully written though
  3. Witty_Sarcasm

    Witty_Sarcasm Eccentric writer, general weirdo, heedless heathen

    I really like it, it's written really well...thanks for sharing :)
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