The SkeletonA Poem by Talia M.What is underneath when the mask is removed? Nothing but a skeleton.The skeleton within It longs to cry But all that comes out is blood Bony knuckles protrude As red drips down And gathers around its feet Empty eyes Behind a fake smile Covering over the rotting bones inside Soulless eyes Slowly shown in its head As the skeleton pulls off the mask Blood on the floor It gathers quick Filling the room and rising ever upward No means of escape The skeleton waits With arms outstretched as despair climbs up to drown it. © 2021 Talia M. |
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Added on June 30, 2021 Last Updated on June 30, 2021 Tags: poetry, sad, symbolic, figurative language, skeleton AuthorTalia M.PAAboutHello! I'm Talia. I write almost every day. It's one of my main hobbies, aside from drawing. I'll get a spark of inspiration from one of my vivid dreams or something I see on Pinterest and just have t.. more..Writing
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