Sick Of Metaphors

Sat, 09/09/2017 - 19:55 -- MARs

These words pour out of me alongside my tears. This poem cuts through me like a

dagger. Each verse ages me a few years. I correspond via letters to my true love,

Pain, as I think of a sentence that'll rhyme with calling myself insane. Are those

enough metaphors? Do I need to add some more? My life has become a metaphor,

one big closed door. No I don't want your help, I beg you, leave me alone. I don't

want to get better, I want to lay here and moan, crying out in agony, I'm very

aware you can't hear me, this is not for you.

I am a dragon you should have the brains not to poke. Now you must deal with my

fury, my fire and smoke. You say to contain it, that you don't want to hear it.

Well neither did I, but you've broken up my spirit. Sit down, you are going to

hear this.

I'm tired of metaphors, of locked doors, of worrying about saying the wrong

words. Formal verse is so restricting, haikus and limmericks, free verse,

much more.... lifting? No, not lifting, that doesn't make sense. Let me start

sifting, through my words, my vocabulary, make my mind seems a little less

scary. I don't want this to be for you.

This is my escape. My world. With these words, I am a dragon, not just a girl.

That's not a metaphor either, that's the truth.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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This reminds me of pure rap lyrics where the content has such in depth meaning that its mind blowing
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God bless you


Thank you so much! That honestly means so much! God bless you!

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

you're very gifted

use those God given talents to do great things

ValanThia VV

Amazingly Written ..Wow 

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