Child
--The light is bright
Still.
My ears ring
With the piercing discomfort
Your voice brings.
Its colder than it has been.
Im still not hungry
But Ive soiled myself with what I had
Yesterday.
My bones
Are brittle.
They shake and crack
With those epic tasks
Of walking.
I can hardly see
The light
That burned
Me once
It
hurts
to be cold.
Uriel, I enjoyed reading this poem for the exposed pain you present, without the knowledge of it ever getting better. One suggestion - S2 L4, maybe change "these" to "the," and task to singular. Good work.
~Chelle~
