21

 

the penetrating cold

affliction and wonder.

faces made of bone and leather.

sweet sensation of boredom…

waiting

but not knowing for what

aware only of my solitude

i sleep every night

in the same bed as death.

Reviews

[Lady]

This piece you've composed is really interesting and well written. I've read both of your poems, and the thing I really like about them is 1, you're able to give off a sense of flow from sentence to sentence without having to rhyme - making it very original and unique. 2, the feeling or emotion I'm getting from both poems is very dark and at the same time, very real.

I can say that I relate to poem "21". Dying slowly of boredom in this fascinating world can be upsetting. It's not fair when there's so much out there to experience and see when you just aren't able to for some reason.

I'm usually not a fan of poetry, but I will say that I love your work and I will definitely keep an eye out for more. Keep it up, you've started something great!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

you have a talent for ending a poem with an outstanding line. very nicely done.

[Cool Handless Luke]

Very vivid. And dark. And I like it! Like your style a lot. The title refers to an age or just the number of that poem as it was written?