Release

[WhiteButterfly]

Walking the same length of footpath every day, waiting for somebody to stop,

Say hello.

Everyone passes by, not even a glance, I walk,

Not stopping.

Nobody notices me, everyone shut me out -

After the ‘accident’;

No help, no sympathy,

I just keep walking.

My mother passes one day; I ask her what’s wrong,

She doesn’t hear me.

She keeps walking, mourning in loss,

For her daughter.

I was my mother’s only child, only then do I look and see,

The gash across my shoulder blades, the deformity in my crushed bones.

I have realized what has happened;

Release.

[Mentalcase]

Neato! I could visualize that quite well! thanks!

[Set the Fallen]

hm..

This poem has a lot of feelings in it, and a great context as it is build up with pathos. It is a different text than what one usually find... however, it feels a little empty, overused. It might be simple and good, but it lacks something of which I might not name by certain words. It is however a good poem even if it lacks at some places.

[Still Waters]

Very well done