It has been a while since I have posted some poetry, and now is as good of time as any. I wrote this poem in my Literature class; we were assigned to write a metaphor , and I decided to write a metaphor about how I changed after my mother's death.
This poem has been published, and I've read this at poetry readings. I hope you all like it!
Metaphor
You are fear, you are my love.
Invisible eyes search for you
since that day I fell like tears,
sitting before a two fold path
with skinned knees and a broken heart.
Days sorrowed by and nights were awoken.
Much knowledge was sheared,
And my legs found strength.
I inked my wish with in me.
Your death made me find passion.
You are fear, you are my love.
Invisible eyes search for you
since that day I fell like tears,
sitting before a two fold path
with skinned knees and a broken heart.
Days sorrowed by and nights were awoken.
Much knowledge was sheared,
And my legs found strength.
I inked my wish with in me.
Your death made me find passion.
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