A single body,
Strewn over glass
Coated in crimson...
It's an image in my head,
That just won't go away.
And though I wasn't
Even there to see,
I still feel the pain.
That body, broken
And bleeding,
Could just as easily
Be me.
So though right now
I'm comfortable numb,
Seeking refuge in the snow...
The sorrow still seeps in,
Buried deep, close to my heart.
I remember when
We played on the field,
Me around eight and you the same...
Then we went to secondary school...
Then everything changed...
Now, finally after
Ten long years,
I hear about you again -
My mother looks up
When I get back from college...
Says...
Did you hear...
That boy's dead...
Author notes
Based on something that happened to me today...
A contest entry
- What Are You Hiding? by LunaAmara.
525 points, ended December 8, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Don't like the number '8'. Can you make it 'eight'?
It's really really good Lucy. SUCH powerful imagery! And then I LOVE that you have left your emotions to the imagination and don't try and describe who you feel. Was it not Coleridge that said ambiguity is neccessary in a good poem? (Para-phrasing)
Have I spelt neccessary right?
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good write--i can relate to this
im sorry you had to hear that today--but its good that you're letting your emotions out.
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well written, terribly sad
Feel free to say more about this tragedy, if you would like to.
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