Seen too much

Seen too much

A Poem by Lydia Waldock

I am what I've seen 
I am made nothing  more than skin and bone 
The flesh that was written on my body was never mine to keep 
Hair cut and greased 
I am what I've seen 
I've seen mountains crushed to dust 
Blood on trees 
Broken irises 
Screaming and laughing tears 
I've seen more than these young eyes allow me to express
No longer have I been the person of soft disparities 
I am just tribulations of rough skins
And lost dreams and anger 
I didn't feel lucky 
I didn't feel lonely 
I just felt plain 
I am What I've seen 

© 2018 Lydia Waldock


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As far as the mechanics I think this is good but its hard to tell because I fundamentally disagree with your statement.

You 'have' seen is correct.

I don't know what you have or haven't seen. And I can't tell you how to feel about it.

I can only say that you aren't what you've seen.

What you've seen is the object. You are the reference point. Distinct but dependant.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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CyranoDBergeron

5 Years Ago

Like I said. I don't care if you choose to be happy or sad. It's not personal.

But as.. read more
Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Yeah that’s fair. Thanks!

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Added on December 9, 2018
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Lydia Waldock
Lydia Waldock

British Columbia, Canada



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21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..

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