Sunday, April 10, 2016

Poetry

The beach

While running on the sand,                           I feel,
my feet sink in.                                              Joy.
I stop.                                                            Wonder.

At the edge,                                                  Happiness
and I spread my arms out,                            Laughing,  
closing my eyes,                                            I go.
breathing in.                                                  My feet sink in,
while running on the sand
The smell.                                                   
The taste.
The sound.

I listen.
Waves,
seagulls,
wind…

Me.

Inhaling,
I let myself enjoy this moment,
the moment I have alone,
with just the world,
and me.

The wind breezes by me,
and sprays of cold, salty water
wet my billowing clothes.

I am the only one left.

The last human.

There is only me,
and Mother Nature left,
dwelling on this Earth.

Strangely, I feel…
Free.

Free of all those judging eyes,
those whispers,
those pictures, and comments.

Smiling,
I open my eyes.

Slowly,
and the first thing I see;
the sun,
the sky.

A rainbow.
All the colours.
Blended together,

A piece of art.

Me. 
Pain.
Don't feel it. 

I'm numb. 

Empty. 

Hollow.                                                    
                                                                          
I finger the bruises
on my body.

So many,
on my imperfect body.

Each one...
a scar,
a wound.

If I died,
would they care?

Am I that worthless?
Am I a waste of space?

Of money?
Of time?

No one would care.

I am worthless.
A waste of space.

Of money.
Of time.

A waste.

That's who I am.
What I am.

I glance at my mirror,
at my reflection.

My large, discoloured, and Imperfect body. 

My gross, bloated, and inflated body. 

Me. 

In the mirror, I see my bed. 
Under the bed,
the monster.

'All the monsters hide under the bed,' 
they say.

It's true.


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4 comments:

  1. this poem is great and good job.
    and that is the best poem i ever heard.
    and hope you make another one soon.

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  3. Thank you so much Mrs Bumstead! And Ademoe I might post another one soon-check out my other blog @thenerdslyfe.blogspot.com!I'll be posting more of my writing on that one.

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