Restitched - Daily Poem 7
Restitched
Dripping
Dripping down the drain
My thoughts elude me
Leak from me
But I forget I’m forgetting
Important things and people
Memories made of love
Emptied
Till I am but a hollow husk
Ready to be filled with rough, coarse cotton
Rather than the sweet, rich liquid that were my thoughts
It hurts
But I am dulled
I am nothing of who I was
I myself am nothing
This was my first poem of high school. I started seriously thinking about writing poems from this point. I really like it. Written 8/22/18. Tell me what you think below!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very relatable!
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