A Child's Choice

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My child, locked in a brick house is praying.
Her humble wish of nothing cause
Tears of stone to fall from those bloodshot eyes of his
As he soon examines the lock on the door.
He lets out a roguish chortle, crooking his lips upward
As he realizes they are made of diamond
Thus, no one can enter.
His creator claims it to be
Simply a phase of growth.
Of course, she is blind
Blind to the frightening truth,
Existing only within the spirals of her womb.
Suddenly, a friend’s ecstatic yell emerges
from the outer boundaries of an unwelcome abyss,
Forcing my child’s ears to contract,
And then disappear.
The friend again scowls from the other side
As an endeavor to awaken curiosity
In the murderous heart of a reluctant entity
Whose warmth for society has deteriorated.
My child grows pallid wings
On his strained back.
Yet, he remains within the house of brick,
With his wings pointed to the horizon.
He desires to escape
And prays to remain still,
Absolutely still.
Enmity has secluded my child from the other boy
Who oddly enough,
has grown horns of crimson since I saw him last.
Whose voice has transformed into a raspy croak
threatening mankind,
Where as my child has in fact become a goddess,
A goddess of gray who stays in her brick house all day long,
Praying for the humble wish of nothing.





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Kiki_McGee said...
May 25, 2012 at 3:50 pm
I really enjoyed the metaphors and imagery. The storyline seems like something I would like, however, I got lost trying to identify the different characters.
 
Taconut7 said...
Apr. 15, 2012 at 9:39 pm
I had a little trouble following the story, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt and rate it high
 
maizyiscrazy said...
Apr. 15, 2012 at 10:20 am
Wow, this was painful and absolutely real. Your metaphors are superb... I just love everything! :) Five stars!
 
gb12197 said...
Apr. 14, 2012 at 9:40 pm
this poem is so unique. you use really great imagery, i felt like i was right there in the poem. i like how it didn't dull out torward the end, and it was interesting the whole time. great job :)
 
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