Metal reaching for my skin
A tempting moment of warmth
Yet never shall my cage grasp me
Sitting in the centre of my world
Surrounded by these ideas
The very actions of my being
Your voice echoes quietly
Waiting for the ringing in my ears
To shudder and subside
For hope has washed ashore
And no one else can find it
I don't feel like sleeping anymore
This cage of my being is rusting
A slowly dissolving substance
A silent and beautiful scene
The stars don't seem to fall these days
No longer do they pool at my feet
Wishing me joy with smiles
Their malice crushing my dreams
A kaleidoscope version of the world
My tainted reality
Where dreams are objects
For constant review
Ideas a simple cloud
Their words written in the sky
Yet where have the stars gone?
A stark reminder of the truth
The person I really am
My flaws and faults
The particles that create me
Why don't the stars fall anymore?
Author notes
I chose Sylvia Plath and just got a quote
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
Since there was no one entered I thought it would be a bit depressing to have no one, so I threw in my little piece 
Well...I've never really written of the process in which I managed to get rid of my thoughts and to cage them in some deep corner of my mind.
So, this is probably the most personal poem I've done in a while, or at least said so. lol. I used to be a bit sad back in the day, but now I'm much happier. I'd put that down to my current boy friend and the acceptance of my flaws and the knowledge of how to change or hide them. Some flaws are supposed to be kept, but there are those few, such as Kai (who I do not consider a flaw but some people do) that must be kept from friends and society if I wish to remain accepted.
I've only told 1 person about Kai and Ayla and they freaked out. I haven't even told my best friends. So unless you become a good friend you won't ever know who they are or what they represent.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent job. I love where you went with that quote. The darkness and emotion in this was very reminiscent of Plath, too.
Thanks for entering the contest & best of luck.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Thank you.
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Brilliant penning
very dark and Intense..great metaphorical references..very poignant and mixed with angst..each stanza pours with raw emotion..this much passion must mean that this write is very personal to you..if so, i hope writing helps..it does me sometimes..I feel similar pains here..I suffer with chronic pains [12 surgeries], I have clicical depression, and daily panic attackes..I've forggoten what sleep is..I feel much of these horrific pains in your write..
Sylvia Plath is well known to dwell on the dark side and I think you did a splendid Job here..you showed much bravery in baring your thoughts and soul
wish you the best of luck..love & light
..David 
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Thank you so much It is a personal write on how I've developed as a person, or at least when I read it, it represents that. Writing does help, it keeps my personality in check. It means I can be happy around friends and such, but still explore that of which I'm interested.
Saying I hope you feel better doesn't do much does it? Well I hope that one day they create something simply amazing and you don't have to suffer with the pain anymore =D That one is a bit more hopeful than just hope you get better.
Thank you so much for your comment, I really appreciate it.
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Your voice echoes quietly
Waiting for the ringing in my ears
To shudder and subside
For hope has washed ashore
And no one else can find it
I really loved this stanza. You did amazingly with this (is that even a word? lol). It's a beautiful write. Keep up the great writing.
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Wow. Thank you so much!
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