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undermy stormy eyes filled with sorrow and pain standing drenched in tears falling like silver sheets of metal like a hawk in the night I'm listening to the sound of my pounding heart tasting my own salty tears pressing my face against my mirror studding all the possibilities of what was wrong closed my eyes silently like the shutters that hung over my bed room windows then very gently, I took another look alone in this glass world wanting to scream but I can't because every wall was easy to break mind was struggling to escape from this darkness it felt like a tightened noose around my throat fighting for air I could feel my body falling this is madness, insanity, I'm so confused and lost all I feel is the pain like a fist in my stomach I just stood there staring at the floor with tears in my eyes I never thought my heart would break because I guarded is so well
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
LadyBird
Glass World
undermy stormy eyes filled with sorrow and pain standing drenched in tears falling like silver sheets of metal like a hawk in the night I'm listening to the sound of my pounding heart tasting my own salty tears pressing my face against my mirror studding all the possibilities of what was wrong closed my eyes silently like the shutters that hung over my bed room windows then very gently, I took another look alone in this glass world wanting to scream but I can't because every wall was easy to break mind was struggling to escape from this darkness it felt like a tightened noose around my throat fighting for air I could feel my body falling this is madness, insanity, I'm so confused and lost all I feel is the pain like a fist in my stomach I just stood there staring at the floor with tears in my eyes I never thought my heart would break because I guarded is so well
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Beyond these walls wounded around me, I am free The walls no longer encase my sickening body I am able to smell the ever growing flowers, Accompanied by the vervain bush, and freshly cut grass. The sweetness lingers undermy nose, But not long does it come back to the sterile hospital. It is where I am safe, the hospital, But I’ll never be if I stay, that is free. Every hour the nurses come a check my mouth, throat, and nose Making sure no more disease has entered my body Maybe mother will let me touch again the grass, She says I may be allergic to the flowers. Last time I got very sick being around the flowers, Something about the pollen, sent me right back to the hospital. Somedays I sit on the harsh bed, but I rather lie in the grass, O’ Doctors please just let me be free. I know there’s something wrong with my body, Something, I presume, with my nose. There’s more, but mainly I can’t smell, at least with my nose. I smell everything, even the flowers, To smell I use my eyes, hands, ears, words; my body. I always try furtively to escape the hospital, But the guards, nurses, and doctors steal my free. My free is the glowering sun on my body, and my skin on the grass. I lie in the grass, The pollen sinks in my nose, While they countermand my free. My gentle hands wisping across my mother’s favorite flowers. As so, she comes out and rushing me back into the hospital, In her arms, in my sound body. My doctors examine my body, Picking off my shirt, the specks of grass. They let me leave, for good, the hospital. I can now smell the wonders on the world, with my nose, My favorite smell is the daisies, my mother’s favorite flowers. They gave me back my free. A fixed nose, The smell of even grass, and sprouting flowers, I am finally free.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
oscar-c
My Free
Beyond these walls wounded around me, I am free The walls no longer encase my sickening body I am able to smell the ever growing flowers, Accompanied by the vervain bush, and freshly cut grass. The sweetness lingers undermy nose, But not long does it come back to the sterile hospital. It is where I am safe, the hospital, But I’ll never be if I stay, that is free. Every hour the nurses come a check my mouth, throat, and nose Making sure no more disease has entered my body Maybe mother will let me touch again the grass, She says I may be allergic to the flowers. Last time I got very sick being around the flowers, Something about the pollen, sent me right back to the hospital. Somedays I sit on the harsh bed, but I rather lie in the grass, O’ Doctors please just let me be free. I know there’s something wrong with my body, Something, I presume, with my nose. There’s more, but mainly I can’t smell, at least with my nose. I smell everything, even the flowers, To smell I use my eyes, hands, ears, words; my body. I always try furtively to escape the hospital, But the guards, nurses, and doctors steal my free. My free is the glowering sun on my body, and my skin on the grass. I lie in the grass, The pollen sinks in my nose, While they countermand my free. My gentle hands wisping across my mother’s favorite flowers. As so, she comes out and rushing me back into the hospital, In her arms, in my sound body. My doctors examine my body, Picking off my shirt, the specks of grass. They let me leave, for good, the hospital. I can now smell the wonders on the world, with my nose, My favorite smell is the daisies, my mother’s favorite flowers. They gave me back my free. A fixed nose, The smell of even grass, and sprouting flowers, I am finally free.
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