by: Abby Montgomery
That’s it they are gone
Like leaf in the wind
The feeling of being punched cripples me
No way to relieve the pain
They are gone
Death stood by the door long enough and then finally took them away
The taste of bitter defeat
I am glass
I am broken
My one support is gone forever
I will try to glue myself back together
But one piece will always be missing like a hole in me
I can try to patch it up but it will never fit the same
They are gone, I am glass, there is no going back.
I like the similes that are used to convert the feeling of being broken. The tone/mood is also somber without being angry or overly sad, it’s just kind of empty. I like your poem.
I like how you compare yourself to glass it not only helps people relate to you but it also adds a little bit of imagery
Your figurative language is awesome and really describes how you feel.