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Part of Me
Back
When my hands flew and my hair grew.
Back
When my eyes were wide and my heart wider.
When I felt the leaves, the carpet, and the wind.
When I could taste every fiber of air.
When every up and down was significant.
Now
My hands stay in my pockets.
Now
My eyes are lost and my heart disguarded.
My senses are dulled to a distance.
My mind is filled with waste.
My emotions are insignificant.
What happened to me?
Oh, yeah, I changed all right.
But the worst thing of all,
the fact that
aches, stings, and bruises...
I can never go back.
When my hands flew and my hair grew.
Back
When my eyes were wide and my heart wider.
When I felt the leaves, the carpet, and the wind.
When I could taste every fiber of air.
When every up and down was significant.
Now
My hands stay in my pockets.
Now
My eyes are lost and my heart disguarded.
My senses are dulled to a distance.
My mind is filled with waste.
My emotions are insignificant.
What happened to me?
Oh, yeah, I changed all right.
But the worst thing of all,
the fact that
aches, stings, and bruises...
I can never go back.
Published 21st Nov 2009
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22nd Nov 2009 9:13pm
There's this sombre, stil mood all the way through, but when that line comes in: 'aches, stings, and bruises...' there's this huge tug of hurt and loss. Really good.
22nd Nov 2009 10:51pm
Amazing poem. I really love the format you've written it in. Very descriptive as well, especially in the line: "When I felt the leaves, the carpet, and the wind.
When I could taste every fiber of air.
When every up and down was significant."
A moving poem.
When I could taste every fiber of air.
When every up and down was significant."
A moving poem.
8th Aug 2011 8:03am
