SymbolicA Poem by ElaineDo not take this poem for its outer layer, there is much symbolism in it. It is my first sestina, please leave a critique or comment. I would love feedback to become a better poet.
Acting as stupid as a dull door nail
When you could be getting everything right Thinking you are so amazingly cool Refusing to even hold any pen Always very high and smoking a joint Does your dead and damaged brain even run? Like a scratched broken record do you run? Pants sagging and you are biting your nail, Feigning indifference to the burning joint That has caught on fire, yet you are right??? In the dark, you prick yourself with a pin Yet during day, you are so freakin cool Giving me the shoulder that is so cool To the touch, go ahead and start to run Away from the problems, put down that pen That writes down your fears; cause then it’s death….nail And coffin. DON’T! I promise you, I’m right But please prove me wrong and throw out that joint. All of your mistakes are due to that joint Staying on the outside, where it is so cool You still refuse to help yourself and write Down your problems, you think it’s best to run You are so slow, like extricating a nail You have been captured in this wretched pen. For you’re and my sake, I have penned This poem; your unstable parents have joint Custody. You feel you’re being nailed To a cross, not with jesus; but in the ‘cool’ Depths of hell, yet you still refuse to run Because you cannot d o anything right. Please tell me I am finally right. With that, I take may leave and lay this pen Down, it is time to quit this final run We are the same; we both hold this damned joint We do not have to try to be cool, In our hurting hearts is the rusty nail. © 2017 ElaineAuthor's Note
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