What We Are

She is a girl in a crowded room,

lying in the floor,

 huddled in a corner,

the tears pouring from her face are black,

 and when her eyes open you can see the world,

What the people have done to the world.

 

She is alone,

she sees nothing of the good,

but her closest friend sees all good things in this world,

she stands across from her in the room and smiles quietly,

blankly,

as if she sees nothing of the pain in her friends eyes.

 

She is very small though,

 and stands even lower than pain lies on the floor,

 in the corner,

 on the other side.

 

They do not understand that two can mix and become one,

but a boy about the age of four walks  around the room constantly without even causing either of them to notice,

 

he is nuetrality,

he does not care,

he does not feel,

to him niether of them are worth his time,

but he thinks that if he mixes them,

if they conform together,

they will be nuetral as well,

he drags pain,

 

he pushes goodness,

and when they fall together,

a person is formed ,

a person that sees good and bad,

but she shes moer bad than good,

nuetrality continues to combine the two everywhere he meets them,

hoping that someday he'll find equally sized one's,

 and can make pure nuetrality

Author's Note

would you call this a prose poem? Im not exactly familiar with all the terms. plz review

Reviews

[Subjective Sanity]

I'm not familiar with the terms either. I don't think it matters what it's called. It's great! I especially liked "stands even lower than pain lies on the floor".

[Tara♥Undefined&h..]

ok thx for the reviews guys and yes that was intentional Erin, I appreciate you asking! Glad you liked it!

[Daydreamer54]

I wouldn't know wat to call it but i like it. It might be a prose. it's very true how some ppl have one emotion that might out weigh the other that they might feel. U expressed that greatly through your poem.

[Erin Lee]

yes, i think you could definitely call this a prose poem. i like that this tells a story.the one thing that i didn't get was that you said the boy didn't care about mixing the two girls (emotions) together. but then, for the rest of the poem after that, he seems to be obsessed with doing just that. is that intentional? if not, i'd take the part out about him not caring either way and just go with the rest of it..... i enjoyed this. -e