Symbolic

Symbolic

A Poem by Elaine
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Do 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.

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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 Elaine


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Elaine
Please leave feedback! What does this poem mean to you? Remember that much of this poem is symbolic.

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Elaine,

For me, I actually read this poem literally rather than in a symbolic manner. However, I enjoyed it all the same. Poetry means different things to different people, and to me this is about a person who refuses to see their problems, and at the end the writer (you) acknowledges that we all do by joining in. I am not sure if that is what you meant here, but that is just how I took it. I liked it anyhow. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Elaine
Elaine

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