January 24th

Plucking away the feathers until there's nothing left,

just bare skin and a hallow chest.

Everything you own has been stained by me, tears come streaming and you can't even breath.

The sky is crying and it makes the ground wet,

the ground forgives it because it's got nothing left.

The tree's have left it,the grass, the sea, It's bare now and it can't even breath.

Reviews

[Andrea]

this is very powerful. really makes you think. great job on description and flow.

[Etoiles]

I love your wording here.
So descriptive and powerful.
:)

[Seshat Nidaba]

You clearly have a sharp instinct for words & emotions, the strength of your emotions alone would make you a good writer! If I was a story reviewer, I'd be over your work with a fine combed pen, although if on the other hand, you wrote more poems, do please send me a mail, I'll be happy to review more.

This was a glimmer of your potential to me. I really liked the line:

1. the ground forgives it because it's got nothing left

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Powerful!