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The Broken Age

July 18, 2019
By Cecillia_47 BRONZE, Clifton, New Jersey
Cecillia_47 BRONZE, Clifton, New Jersey
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As many uneventful and dull days pass
my nerves start to strike with delight
As I see the most preprocessing creature 
Walking blindly on the open ground
His eyes shimmered with a warm glow
Even if they were as dark as the midnight skies.

Fair skin glistening heavily 
Draining me from the magnificent sight
While he cautiously caresses my soft hands 
Whispering sweet nothing's in each ear.

Soon he let's go of my delicate hands
Taking a deep breathe before wounding me once again
Just the simplest words made me feel absolutely damaged 
Like when a puppeteer breaks his puppets limbs from his torso.

For the first time in my life I couldn't say anything, not even a sarcastic retort, but just nothing, complete silence.
I never knew a creature as beautiful as him could bury me underground from nothing but a horrid response.


The author's comments:

The poetry I wrote is supposed to represent a person with strong fondness for a boy, which is pretty cliche to be honest but as this person is supposed to be "docile" they never have felt any type of feeling to a person before, after having much more intimate experiances with this boy,the narrator than starts seeing him in a rather non-innocent but beautiful way, they later find out how much of his words can affect them mentally.When the boy finally leaves the narrator they are painfully hurt by the harsh words and insults thrown at them.


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