Breaking point

This is a poem i wrote about a troubled teenager searching for an escape

Breaking point

Fingertips through the water

my hands glove in turquoise

and eyes blur with aqua tint

that no artists palette could quite replicate

The azure muffles their words

they laughed at the my turquoise hair hue

they don’t understand the blue

it washes their words away

until my tears merge with the rippled rings

my finger tips carved

no more than drops of blue acrylic

turned to water colour

maybe one day I’ll join them

no one would remember

the girl who drowned in words not water

Author's Note

I'd really appreciate some feedback as to whether you like it or not. I know it's not perfect so please be honest.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

well I think you have described the teenage v adult angst with some originality here...I absolutely LOVE the line..maybe one day I will join them.......I am old enough to know that in some unavoidable and twisted way...you WILL....it will not be them...but YOU will be them

[Patrick Henry]

Looove that!! Hands gloved in turquoise? Nice. : ) I thought the whole time that this girl was looking up through the water from a pool's bottom. I was hoping that there was no grim ending, and it was perfect!! It's almost the very essence we ALL feel when writing and how far and complete to push it. : ) Beautiful Immy. xoxo -Mark

[paperdaydreams]

That was the feel I was aiming for with the poem :) thankyou, I'm very glad you liked it x