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Frame Of Brass

You are nothing,
a mere reflection of me.
You are someone,
I never want to be.

I do not idolise you,
with your weak bleeding heart,
with ribbons of flesh fluttering,
as you tear yourself apart.

The rare times I see you,
I pity your frozen form,
and the way you still believe,
that one day you'll be warm.

You naively stare back,
your gaze often persists,
you think your safe,
with bleeding mangled wrists.

All the love you've given,
the love you've forced to make,
all the pain you've taken,
for someone elses sake.

You take it all for them,
so they claim "she understands",
is it surprising your wrists break,
when you hold this in your hands?

And this is why I hate you,
and cage you in a frame of brass,
this is why I never let you out,
from your prison made of glass.

Author notes

For mommy dearest. if i had a pet parrot i would name him.... turtle. lol i used option number 4. yay.

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  • starving-to-survive
    January 24

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    Wow, this poem is amazing. I am so sorry that you have to deal with this sort of pain. A mother is supposed to be the one to look afer their child not the other way around. I can really feel your anger and hurt here and it is so just in this situation.
    Your words are so full of emotion and power.
    Well done, thank you for entering my contest, this is a brilliant piece of word


  • Lady Michaella
    December 30, 2008
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    wow.. this is incredibly powerful. i hope you win !
    (seriously)
    x


  • Shrat
    December 30, 2008

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    When you said you were writing a poem for your mom, I wasn't expecting this!! It's really good though. Thank you for rhyming, and for reading and following the rules. Means a lot to a contest holder. But back to your poem. I love the way you explain your anger, and then go on to make your main point in your final stanza. (I didn't get it at first, that was a very good idea) And you made me feel your anger, and pain for what she is. Great, great job!!