Untitled sad poem

[initiallyyours]

Something I wrote about two years ago. If anyone has any suggestions for a title, I'd like to hear it!

 

 

 

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By: Aaron Chan

 

 

 

My bones remain broken,

My bruises visible.

 

The damage of deception, betrayal, and blistering words have cut

these canyons in my heart.

So I feebly kneel before the pieces, attempting to begin building these shards

But

Here comes an invited guest,

Loading up on trust,

Before walking away.

Followed by a mother,

And a lover,

Several others,

All taking a bite of what I

[David McLeod]

The poem evokes, in my mind, an image of a giant chained underground, having limited movement. Prometheus was chained on the surface of a mountain, but Tityos (Tityus), a giant, was chained in a dungeon. I don't know if this helps, but you're welcome to it.

[initiallyyours]

The poem evokes, in my mind, an image of a giant chained underground, having limited movement. Prometheus was chained on the surface of a mountain, but Tityos (Tityus), a giant, was chained in a dungeon. I don't know if this helps, but you're welcome to it.

 

That's an interesting observation. No one's pointed that out before. Thanks for reading!

[jovian_w2002]

I agree with David. This poem is really interesting. When I first read this, I believe the narrator is fighting for a sense of identity and finding the