As a child

As a child

A Poem by May Fosnes

I never had a lock
on my bedroom door.

Scratch that-

In my first home I remember, 
I locked my door and fell asleep
to wake and find my mother 
busting the door down in a panic.

She loves me so much. 

I wish I had more.

I want to die.
and by that I mean
I want to go;
I mean
I can't breath;
I mean 
the pains of life are, at times, too much to bare.

I just want...

Will I ever stop feeling like that child who used to,
still does,

sit on the bathroom floor for hours
because its the only room
with a lock. 

© 2020 May Fosnes


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I like formating of this piece. Actually all your writing have formating what I like. When formating became part of design art of poem. It's make poem more desirable to read.


Like a child I had simulate experience . Just at my case was mother who locked me and I was the one who screamed.

Your writing have strong emotions with hint of poetic wit .


I am not professional so I cannot tell you what should be improved or what should be make differently.

My advice is just write and be open but also don't let be influenced by someone on Internet. Your writing is your way of expression .

By the way your writing style little bit reminds me writing of Kathy Acker. Maybe you can check her out. If you don't already know her.

All the best with your writing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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