Her

This poem is dedicated to a very very dear friend to me. I love her and want the best for her.

Picking at the bed

Of such harassed cuticles

Nervous

Ticking ticking and

Wait

Grasping tightly upon the phalanges

Shifting her

Gaze scans the

Fallen love she

So desperately craved

The fear rises; the

Anxiety takes the wheel and

Steers the ship

Insidiously

Grasping

To the

Helm

Let

Me

Go

She

Begs

Echoes of the

Night of her scar

Calamity reverses

As

She

Scrapes together what

She can’t let go

Such abrasive

Chemicals

Course through the

Shallow veins

Twisted around a

Corrosive spine that she cannot

Escape

Darker

Prescribe the black

Of the forbidden fruit

Band aid of their such precariously

Researched

Medical

Innovations

The pill of the broken

She

Who is so strong in her

Armor

Lets nothing break through the membrane of

This façade of

Bravery

She is not alone

Author's Note

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[GamingGal]

This poem was very well written to be sure. I like how you separate the lines in certain places. I can feel an urgency, a trapped feeling, in the lines where she asks to be let go. That feeling is marvelous and touches me since I have felt that feeling before. Good write!

really wonderful write, quite enjoyable to read.

[Alexus Shanae]

this is extremely well written. I re-read it over and over because i really like it, you did good with this one.

[emman]

nice!well written :)