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Born, Worn, Torn

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Born, worn, torn
She wakes to the sun
Everyday tries to run
From the pound of the drum
Struck by reality
Hiding in insanity
The sound of her heart
A reminder of humanity

She dances in the rain with joyful aggression
Shouts up at the clouds with a simple question
But her lips shield her aching heart
From the sharp knives of the past

And she gathers her madness like a coat
Surrounded by a widening moat
She drowns in a red sea of tears
And happily forgets her growing fears

Light spills on the window
And pours onto the floor
It's probing fingers flickering
By her open door

Born, worn, torn
She sleeps to the sun
Everyday tried to run
From the pound of the drum
Struck by reality
Hiding in insanity
The silence of her heart
A reminder of humanity
A random poem from a few I had to write for lit at school.
I'll leave it to others to interpret.
I hope you enjoy it :)
Constructive criticism or advice is welcome :)
© 2012 - 2024 Maevethebrave
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midnight-verses's avatar
I loved reading this poem, very impressive and full of emotions. :clap: