Open your eyes!
Can't you see me?
I thought you already could.
But you don't.
Not the way I want you to, anyway...
I'm just an object:
Something you can hug when you're lonely,
Something you can wipe your tears with,
Something you think you can pick up
No matter where you left it last.
Listen to me!
Can't you hear me?
I thought you already could.
But you don't.
Not the way I want you to, anyway...
I'm just an object:
A clashing gong among your harmonic lifestyle,
A soft whiz blowing past your ears and through your hair,
A falling tree in the middle of the forest:
Nearly dead and unnoticed.
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose.
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1 comment:
I usually write in metaphors, but the straightforwardness of this poem really makes it more intense and emotional. I liked the second stanza, especially:
"I'm just an object:
A clashing gong among your harmonic lifestyle,
A soft whiz blowing past your ears and through your hair..."
Really great use of metaphors here, though.
And I can relate; the "object" portion really takes it home for me (and some other people I know).
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