April 25, 2013
Ice cold claws grip me as cold as sleet
Ripping and tearing as well as washing clean

It’s a mischievous monster whipping me around
Keeping me calm with the lack of sound

Lungs long lucid of lack of use
Ashamed buy their long, relentless abuse

My hair now octopus tentacles dancing about
Reaching for things, but their luck is out

The gray and black that clouds my eyes
Safe guards me from some frightening sights

Deep under in a place I’ll never bear to live
But for a moment of peace, I guess I can forgive

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Jade.I.Am This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 5, 2013 at 8:45 am
This is really cool. I like the beginning the most!
BekahBoo said...
May 13, 2013 at 11:43 pm
Great poem. Really liked the octopus metaphor.
freeperson said...
May 2, 2013 at 1:27 pm
this is so awesme I love the last stanza
Priesty replied...
May 2, 2013 at 7:29 pm
Thank you!  
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