The Outside

A short poem about inner feelings of the outside.

The Outside

As I wander past the ventures of my home,

I feel the last nerve of safety leave my bones,

I notice the eyes outside watch me go,

how can I ever truly flow?

This feeling is not one to abandon,

A feeling that cannot be forgotten,

This emotion makes my aura rotten.

Author's Note

First writing, not sure how I feel about it.

Reviews

[Lavi]

I don't know about you but I like this. But I like writing that get's me thinking and relating. Not sure about the last line but I'm pretty biased about the word rotten (I'm a visual person and have seen so much horror I have reason) so you should probably just omit my thoughts on it. Either way, I love the first stanza, the beginning, and what you made of it like cause and effect all together. It's a good write.

[Donna]

Not bad at all for your first writing! You came to the right place to start. The writers on here are very helpful & kind. Welcome!

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Thank you very much.