Entanglement of Entries
- She was shy all of the time
- Yet she stood out, like a sheep among wolves.
- Just looking for a way for her life to rhyme.
- Dyed red hair cause she knew herself
- Took off her armor
- And threw it on my shelf
- Said she missed her home
- Yet she lived here, her whole life
- I knew what she meant
- So I gave her a knife
- She danced with the blade
- And it danced with my eyes
- Once she returned
- I pressed her scars against mine
- She was silent in shock
- Then she brushed away
- Left my offering behind.
- So I watched out the window
- As she disappeared
- But she was never quite gone
- Echoing in my head
- Had to make it leave
- Maybe through lead
- So I wrote a letter
- To myself and the voice
- But when I shut up to listen
- It was her voice instead
- I wish I had a reason
- To differentiate me from the dead
- So I picked up a handgun
- And the ammo inside
- Pointed it at the voice
- And bid it goodbye
- Blood stained on decor
- She stormed up the stairs
- Felt the fear through the door
- She never was one for hugging
- But her warmth disagreed
- As she held me in her arms
- And I’ll never say goodbye
- So I said my last “Hello”
- As my soul escaped this shell
- I could’ve sworn she kissed my wrists.
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Posted Nov 2, 2016, 1:44 AM UTC
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I stir: Sense of realism and angst that exist, but often forgotten. A wanting to belong.
I witness: A good format that emulates journal entries well! Two distinguished protagonists and their purpose.
I yearn: To know if this poem is based upon personal experience or has a much deeper meaning that what I feel.
I claim: Tasteful rhyme. Less fluid continuity would do well for this poem. The clear-cut teenage angst and imagery is offputting, but makes sense for a journal "prose" format.