The sorrow is huddling to the shadows...
By Mistress Shadow
...that cloak its fetal position body;
caused by the lip of a bottle.
A tiny figure,
in comparison to the clear glass,
is still hugging their knees
within.
Emptiness surrounds me,
and to stop and think
about it,
and through it
would mean,
to acknowledge me.
The mold was created,
glass casted into the fire,
long before it had residence.
The joints of the body,
are featured to fold,
is such a secure fashion.
Logic choked the the child, cheerfully, within;
it left the body of the little one,
still dressed up in adult clothes,
in the papasan chair.
Sound doesn't shatter glass;
the silence is slowly distorted,
by the sobs of melancholy
within.
The bottle's empty;
I drowned in the emptiness.
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© 2006 Mistress Shadow
Comments on "The sorrow is huddling to the shadows..."
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A former member wrote:
I agree with Kirstin, I love the second stanza in this. I love the last line also, It really pulled the poem together ][ ][
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On Friday, July 21, 2006, K_Love
(525) wrote:
The second stanza was wonderful. Powerfully painful, yet beautiful write. Impressive write, deary.
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On Friday, July 21, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(560) wrote:
*shivers* this just made me want to light up a candle and squander around further into this poem it was... powerful and just hit you hard with emotion that screeched in your ears ~nightly
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On Friday, July 21, 2006, Fading_Smile
(29) wrote:
damn... idk y, but everytime i read this i see a newborn disabled or even killed because the mother was an alcoholic... idk, its so powerful, and thats what it means to me, i may be way out there, but idk, i just know i loved this