Apr 12
I sometimes wonder if I could make a poem out of all the metaphors
that have been scrapped because of what surrounded them.
If I could make a clique,
where they’d join strong
and leave their pasts.
Create a new country of love,
for all the unique metaphors
that died because they didn’t know better.
“I want to scream but forgot how to talk”
“The fear I felt drained in my blood
and I now have it tattooed in my tears”
“Opportunities that slip off your fingers
like fish in the depths of a lake”
“my fears were dissolved
into tears”
…
that have been scrapped because of what surrounded them.
If I could make a clique,
where they’d join strong
and leave their pasts.
Create a new country of love,
for all the unique metaphors
that died because they didn’t know better.
“I want to scream but forgot how to talk”
“The fear I felt drained in my blood
and I now have it tattooed in my tears”
“Opportunities that slip off your fingers
like fish in the depths of a lake”
“my fears were dissolved
into tears”
…
Most of the quotes come from an old poem I wrote once I didn't really like overall, but had some quite strong metaphors I loved individually. I was thinking about them and it developed into this poem. While I was writting it, the idea of people who died victim to the society they were in popped up, and I decided to explore it too. I'm quite happy with how it turned out <3
