|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Grown Out Of My Skin
Contributed by
WorthlesSanity666
on
Monday, 13th November 2006 @ 07:51:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
|
I was grown in a hiding space.
I'm 5
I'm 9
I'm 11
I'm 16
24
36
73
I'm dead and dying.
I grew out of my skin
and into the sky above the trees
in the forbidden woods
Over the height I used to be
when my brothers picked me up on their shoulders.
My eyes are over Pépère’s who
pushed me on the plastic swing next to his shed
while I screamed "higher!"
until I thought I was going to flip over the wood
holding it up.
I'm over my Mémère’s head
and I can't feel her rocking me
in her yellow chair melodically going,
"ungh ungh ungh ugnh."
I can't see the garden in the backyard
the cucumbers don't taste as sweet
and the strawberries we picked in Maza's patch
are no longer warm from the sun.
My frilly dresses don't poof when I twirl
for the whole world to see
because no one really cares about my
dresses anymore.
Copyright ©
WorthlesSanity666
... [
2006-11-13 07:51:18] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|