A Little Song

Stare at my wrist, those white seams along them sing a nightingale. 

Hiding under my sleeves, they become a secret from the world I love; I hate. 

Some are young; some are old as my birth. No jewellery to cover them. 

They're my own pride; they're only mine. Worries. A little afraid, perhaps? 

They comfort me and protect me from other pains.

Hold them to your lips, feel the Braille on my arms. 

Can you speak the story they scream? It's a sad fairytale, and you're part of it now.

 

Awards

 2nd Place Overall 

Jul 23, 2012

• It seems I've gone away
• A Little Song

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Very meaningful and deep, seems like you put allot of thought into this piece.
Seems kind of dark, but not every piece is bright and happy.
Great write :)

[Bakor War]

Small poem yet speaks a lot...

[Mushiegirl]

Lovely poem, nice work at emotion :)

Mushie

[Pax]

so much emotion and sadness that i felt. wonderful words. great job.

[Emilie Barn]

Great emotions in a little poem. It's damn nice. I like the way you expressed it with no spare words. Nice job. Keep it up.

[EileenMarie]

I feel the sadness in the words........ very powerful poem!

[Enigma]

Superbly penned. I am in love with your use of metaphors and imagery here. Talent, you have it! Lots of it.. :D

[zainul]

Mind blowing piece.
Love it.

[Autumn]

Thank you so much!

[zainul]

You are welcome.
Please read "Alone" written being inspired by your photo.
I was touched by your story of real life.

[Autumn]

Thank you so so much! :) beautiful poem you wrote! Full of meaning.

[zainul]

You also very good pieces.
I will read them gradually.
Have good time.

[Legolas]

I loved this poem. I relate to every single word of this. Great job~