Steel walls are crumbling
He patches them up with dirt
Thinking the dirt is concrete
Things aren't what they seem to be
His clothes are tearing
With thin blades of grass as thread
He assumes it will hold through winter
She watches, tears at the brim of her eyes
Through a window;
He locked her out
He doesn't see who she is,
Only who she used to be
And for that her heart breaks
Sensing her presence, he races to the door
He jiggles the knob before realizing
He has locked that too
He won't open it with the key around his neck
Crestfallen, she watches as he puts on his first slipper
To him, they are beautiful and perfect
In reality, they are tattered and torn
She has tried to bring him new ones,
But he refuses them every time
How far will he fall
Before he picks himself up?
She has tried to invent ways to help him
The mission consumed her before he kicked her out
Now she can only pray he hears her whispers of love
He believes that they were one song
That Change mercilessly diverged into two
She knows that they are two songs
On the same CD the disc jockey plays
Author notes
My words were disc jockey, invent, seem, slipper, and knob.
A contest entry
- From One to One Hundred... Twenty Entries, Five Rounds... Round One - Random Numbers by Bosky.
600 points, ended June 4, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing! Nothing is as it seems... I love the last stanza:
"She knows that they are two songs
On the same CD the disc jockey plays"
It shows how they're actually apart (but he can't see that!).
Great work, thank you for entering my contest, and good luck!
Always,
Cassie
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sorry.
My username is Ransomed-n-Redeemed.
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Well, I would like your user name here, but due to lack of time, I will give you your words here if that is okay with you. Your words are:
seam
disc dockey
slipper
knob
invent
Please put your user name here when you put the poem in! Thank you!
Always,
Cassie
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