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The Cupboard
It means nothing.
She said with her eyes shifting to the cupboard.
There is something, about being alone.
About being in the circle of solitude,
where ruminations become a tale of madness.
What will I do,
What will I escape, or rather.
Will I escape.
"It means nothing"
no
Please..
no comes out as a blank stare.
no becomes a deep forest, where I lay on a sea of grass....and a thin stream...of my very own blood
falls over itself... into the lake,
painting whirlwinds of pain....mixed with tears, mixed with your grunting.
"It means nothing"
nothing to me...that I love you, even if I am a child. a mere framework of weakness and submission.
This must be love.
This must be love.
This must be love.
This must be love.
and her eyes remove themselves
...from the cupboard.
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this has to be
one of the most moving poems I've ever read, it brought a tear to my eye.
Entirely, a poet can through their words, create many images as beautiful the mind can imagine, yet they can also give rise to rage. In this poem, I feel the predator suggested, and the helpless child pursued. My own interpretation and within this idea I am so enraged at the thought of such a monster allowed to be loose in society. Why? I don’t know. But I feel it happening and I’m tortured by the thought .
Stay safe
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot