Staring into a corner
laced with sticky cobwebs
her sobs hammer
inside a whirling head.
The truth, it was the truth
that had dragged
her young body here
to think about 'things';
she thought more
than they would ever know.
Her mind though few
in years was plenty
in quiet observations
of justice and fear.
1 month ago
2 comments:
lovely poem - If i were to envy anyone it would be someone who could put there thoughts down simply in poetry.
"Her mind though few
in years was plenty
in quiet observations
of justice and fear."
When we get much, much older, we tend to forget how deep and complex our thoughts and observations were when we were younger. This is a nice reminder. To realize that "young" does not mean "shallow."
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