A Poem by Jazz

Dusty corners poetry

You were the daughter of good intentions
The queen of innocence
And now
you shake the leaves from your hair
You haven't gone anywhere
but down

You are the daughter of broken promises
The queen of masquerade
And now
you wish the basement wasn't so dark
You try to think of a last remark
but can't

You will become the daughter of pity
The queen of melancholy
But now
you will realize the leaves were your crown
You will plant your feet in the ground
and stay

© 2013 Jazz

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When you mentioned the basement I thought of falling down the stairs and hitting every step on the way down. As for the poem itself it has great structure, but I think I am missing the point of the poem. Falling is the curse of us giants because the bigger we are the harder we fall. Even the trees must fall one day, 'tis the fault of gravity (of which the "how? and why?" escape me). I did enjoy this melancholy poem, although I usually prefer the lighter side. Good dusty writing friend.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Why thank you. I want to say the point of this poem is that sometimes you feel like no matter what, .. read more

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Added on November 4, 2013
Last Updated on November 4, 2013
Tags: poem, poetry, innocence, gravity, overthinking, tenses, depression



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