I am but a figure
In a cabinet
Looking at him
He looks at me
All but ashes
All but dust
With shadder windows
And painful blasts
So I try and try
To break free
Of this wretched hell
That inslaves me
Everyday
He looks at me
His face is bare
His eyes, cold and milky
Everyday
He looks at me
With regret
And I look back at him
With hatred and pain
~Fin~
Author notes
Okay, so, my brother had to express himself...
So, instead of him being angry, he made me write this poem down for him, in hopes it will be understood.
He has a good poetic mindset, but just not devolped, eh?
Just understand it.
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This is great!
Dark, heartbraking, utterly and totally awesome work. Great job. -
painful
i like it it sounds painful, and different, its a truly great poem, your writes never cease to amaze me
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i like this poem...its good...and it says a lot
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