Anxious, Afraid

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the first draft of this poem, so give me lots of feedback. What works, what doesn't?

Submitted: February 20, 2014

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Submitted: February 20, 2014



Afraid, Anxious
you are a child,
Hiding behind the folds
of your mothers skirt,
Afraid to look me in the eye,

You are no man,
you are nothing more
than a sniveling babe,

you are too afraid to look,
To look at the pain you have caused.
timid beneath the icey stare,
Frozen in the gaze that looks stright through,

Feel the chill of the soul you hurt,
of the eyes that cried tears of crystal,
of the lips you once kissed, now sheilded from your snake like tongue.

Now look, you pittiful boy!
Look how her hands, my hands, shake 
in your presence as i stand, we stand, tall
our eyes hold no fear
but the hand you once held,
they tremble,

they are the girl i once was,
the girl i am now, was 
borne of her, stronger,
a cold, yet pleasant shell
with a heart of cracked diamond.
prepared to face you with dignity.

But it is you who have 
not changed,
you are still the boy,
consumed by hate, hiding
behind the hand that controls you,

I have broken free,
but you,
you are trapped
Trapped in the eyes of the girl i was once,
The girl that you still love.

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