Powerless

Powerless

A Poem by Courtney

 Stripped of power by savages,

pages ripped from my books.

Velvet seat crushed

and tossed to the

glowing blaze.

The smoke envelopes me,

clouds my eyes

until all is polluted.

Disappearing picnic

under my palm,

leaving me to starve

and hear voices.

A lost comfort to never return,

only remains in dreams—

dreams that I cry to dream again.

© 2009 Courtney


Author's Note

Courtney
Inspired by Shakespeare's character Prospero of The Tempest

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quite powerful, you CLEVER girl!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This was really good. Dark, and I really did get the feeling of being powerless as I saw the character in the poem. There is an interesting feeling to being powerful and powerless, each one can be addicting. Very well done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was really good. Dark, and I really did get the feeling of being powerless as I saw the character in the poem. There is an interesting feeling to being powerful and powerless, each one can be addicting.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Courtney
Courtney

Dallas (for now), TX



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I graduate from college with a degree in creative writing in a week, and after saving some money, I'm planning to move to New York to see what it's like. If the publishing world or an extremely large.. more..

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