Reading Between The Lines

March 20, 2018
By V.Montsey SILVER, Woodside Park, Other
V.Montsey SILVER, Woodside Park, Other
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Favorite Quote:
A reader lives a thousand lives before she dies.


I  want to h
               eal the hole inside me
I want to sm
ooth down the broken edges that s
                                                     crape against the walls of my chest.
I want
                    to fill
the hole inside me, but the only thing I
                        can find is sor
     row.
Like an
old scar it still hu
   rts
            but will never truly fade
Not e
                                     ver.
                                                              I want to kiss
        the bloo
  died ground where many walked before and they cont
                       inued though their hearts were aching.
Let  me
             Em ulate their foot
                                             steps.
I want to                                                have
          the joy within me
                      which buoyed me up so long ago,
But
       in my head there ar
          e pockets                     of darkness where I can’t
        go now.
          Ca
                 n’t go there anymore.
I want
                    to tell the truth for   ever
                      But the lies
Cling
to my lips and they will not let me speak
                     I want
                to come to earth in a blaze of light, an
angel realized
        But that is simply
                                                                                                          foolishness
I want to hud 
                                                                                         dle under
                          the covers of child
hood, and crawl
                to my mother as I once did when I got
  hurt
B ut I know that it is too
late, and the clothes that
     once fit are now to small
                        I
    want to be elegant,
                                                                                      eloquent,           effortlessly                     perfect
            But  I
                            still have
       the monsters in
  side me,
and when I bu             ry
                                                   them they crawl up from their
  graves,
their eyes burning with
    my
  hatred
                                  I want to
astound.
     I want them to gasp
                                                                                       as I come into the room
But these are only fantasies,                                                                                       to take me away from
              reality.
I want these florid,
                               flowery words to be
true
But my
          pain is much  more human
, much more  simple
,    much  more brutal.
I want to stop
                            the cracks that are
spread
                 ing
through my world.


The author's comments:

I used this format in an attempt to convey some of the fractured feeling of sadness in a way beyond words. Somehow, the primal shapes can relate more than the words themselves. This sytax is also an exercise in patience and thought, both of which are required to truly grasp this poem.


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