(*07) Emily's Hero

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Emily's Hero



Her silence feels thin,

And penetrable.

Her wall is built of glass,

And certainly cracking.

Her composure is fragile.

He sighs and begins again.

To pick up the pieces,

Of her discarded self esteem.

To piece together,

Where the lies end,

And the half truths begin.

His disillusionment righteous.

Her delayed reaction expected.

Her silence feels thin,

And penetrable.

His endurance and love,

Without end.

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Pamela Lawrence's picture

very, very good.

Starward's picture

Impressive how the short lines contribute to the process that the poem describes. You can actually hear this process taking place, putting the pieces together, as the lines are read.


Starward