Poetically Estranged

October 1, 2017
By Bronwyn-Sophronia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Bronwyn-Sophronia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks


My original sin clung to me like cheap perfume,
A robe of shadow, a crown of bent metal;
These were my trophies for having escaped the prison of depression.

The darkest parts of my heart were now the most alive,
My melody was a melancholic symphony.
In my own spotlight, a mourning cello moaned.

I strung my bow with broken nails,
Stroked the strings with my tears.
I was now poetically estranged.

I was alone among my peers,
But in unison with survivors.
Solitude and togetherness haunt me.



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