Sybil
As I walk past the death
I am shadowed by life
Sparkling little stars springing from the Earth
What is this life?
By the graves the watery leave flowers
Like the clipped wings of an angel laid to rot
Am I the angel, am I the flower
If I eat this will my teeth rot?
You’re not here
I love you so much it hurts my head
I can’t hear you any longer
Why is my heart inside my head?
It hurts to know you’re drying
In your coffin, you can’t remember me
You were never much for plated gold
Should I wear the necklace you gave me?
I give you flowers anyway
The petals are my eyelids you told me not to touch
Do not dry your eyes my dear
But if I drown can I touch?
I am talking to a stone now
You’d be happy, it’s a work of art
We are talking to a corpse now
Are we sick or is this art?
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This story tells a tale. There are different opinions but from all the same view point. It really capture my attention with the interesting open. The questions in this story make me wonder.
This was super good, as per usual! This poem really hits deep down, and shows the true emotion you put into your writing. Never stop because you are amazing!
This is really good! You should do something with the school so that people can get together and write it read poetry together
This really made me wonder. This is a very well written piece.
Wow Hepzi, what another great piece of literature! Keep up the Great Work and you’ll go far!!!!! 🙂