Pounds, Ounces and Air

March 3, 2011
For two years I waited,
perched on the edge of that cliff.
The mist swirling above the abyss,
could not see the bottom.

Didn’t know what I was contemplating,
maybe you didn’t either,
but you were so scared.
Your voice stuck in your throat.
You wanted to call to me,
but your cry,
would have unraveled me.

For two years I waited.
For two years you suffered.
The cold filled us both,
like shattered glass in our lungs.

The silence held, unbroken.
And puffy red eyes watched,
willing me to fall.

It was their harassing.
Their sharp teeth brought me to the edge.
The bruises never got better,
cracked lips never healed.

I was a skittish mouse.
My red eyes marked me as blind,
a wild animal with a gun,
icy black metal in my grip.

And I was only a child.

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Dr. Rob said...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 11:17 pm
Haunting and penetrating.  Very mature.  The writing flows well and draws you further into the work.  Quite well done!
super_nerd This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 11:11 am
Very powerful. And very skilled. I give it a 5! I agree, you are a very mature writer. And you know how to say something without coming out and directly saying it. Nice :)
TanGem This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 2, 2011 at 9:31 pm
5/5. This is amazing! Am I to assume that "Pounds, Ounces, and Air" refers to the weight of a newborn?
AndyJ said...
Apr. 2, 2011 at 4:13 pm
nice poem :) i realy like it. keep making more
An Elder Fan said...
Apr. 1, 2011 at 4:07 pm
This exhibits so much maturity.  Am I to assume this is an experienced writer??
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