Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

The weight of the world falls heavy on you,

you keep bending until you break.

I watch as they dispense the cure in your hands,

and hope this time it will take.

Instead this chemical, in all its pure form,

crushes your very soul.

You become changed, and slightly more deranged,

and someone I don’t even know.

It was supposed to turn despair into hope,

and pull you from the depths of the bog.

They promised false hope, as it changed you so much,

and trapped you in an eternal fog.

17 thoughts on “Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

  1. I had a hard time clicking the ‘Like’ button. Not at all because it wasn’t deserving, on the contrary, it was great. But because there is so much raw emotion, it seemed odd to ‘like’ something so somber. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. I liked how the rhythm worked here — there was a steady momentum to it that worked really well as a counterpoint to the actual (sad) progress you describe in the poem. Really nicely done.

    (Puts on Grammar Police uniform)
    I think there’s an “it’s” that’s actually supposed to be an “its” around line 5.
    (Takes Grammar Police uniform off)

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