Growing Up

I was born to brew,
To contain knowledge of nothing,
Though blades cut wires deep,
I find them delightfully haunting.

I was found wanting to be lost,
To be invisible only seen in thoughts,
Though words wait with me,
I find it unbearably lovely.

I was left in a dream one night,
Never to return,
In hopes that the absence of my being,
Would some how live on unheard.

Or perhaps you will wake one night,
Hear my voice whisper to you in the wind,
The wires bending and breaking the symmetry of my skin,
Though my heart still beats in the comfort of your hand.

Reviews

[lakki]

Loved it!! Looking forward to your writings!

[CLBombay]

Interesting! I keep re-reading it, because I keep getting several different meanings out of it, which can definitely be a good thing (people like getting their work re-read since it's so complex, right?). Definitely has some cool imagery in there, especially when you describe the wires and blades cutting into the skin.

[gypsynight]

Why thanks you! it means a lot to hear you re-read it (;