This is a haunting piece of poetry. I sympathize with your inspiration here, and I believe you married skill and substance wonderfully. I wish I hadn't read it; I know these words too well, many of them I've thought myself, and remembering what I'd hope to forget is painful.
But there's no denying that you did very well, Wonderland, and that your ability is formidable. I hope you continue to write, as I expect to return and read all of your work, and I sincerely hope whatever's broken your heart has been undone.
A wonderful piece, Brooke. Take heart, even a "lost compass" will point true in the absence of an iron mass of uncaring influence. Let him rust. Twinkle, sparkle in the sunlight so that another, more curious and caring passer-by will notice the charm of your reflections. Let new hands take your compass and together chart the stars anew in this dark expanse of life.
"I see myself in all your writes
But I know
That none are about me."
This stuck right into my heart. I can relate to it so much. It's a very destructive feeling we get when we realize we were just someone's plaything, someone to just pass time with. But all we can really do is try to move on. Great job, Brooke! :)
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Speculate over my alluring, yet ominous creations.
Observe my nightmarish allegories.
But do not forget, this dreamland has an eve.. more..