Hi Kayla. Here's my poem. Feel free to critique, if it is your heart's desire.
This bond so very fragile
Passion caked to create the walls.
Arms which are my sanctuary, my harbor
My place to belong, in your halls.
You look so tall, so majestic!
But could you handle the footsteps,
The pressure,
My dear sandcastle,
Of a reckless child running amuck?
The reckless child that is me.
And when these ferocious, biting waves
Of cold reality careen into us
You will lose your shape,
Collapse and fall.
You are my sandcastle; A destroyed one at that.
Into The Wild Blog.
17 years ago
1 comment:
ahhhhhh, i love you. and your writing.
"passion caked to create walls."
that makes my tongue happy, i love saying passion and caked. and putting them together in a sentence is amazing. i thoroughly enjoy your use of metaphor. i like how you place yourself as the reckless child running amuck. hehe. amuck is also one of my favorite words.
so in conclusion, i love this. hooray!
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