A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)

I am just like her—

Trapped in a sea of white. 

My mind is just as frayed—

My heart just as sliced. 

By the glittering blades

That contrived all her words.

The letters of her thoughts,

Locked—in all her Mirth. 

Her poetry—screams of Despair, 

Lie there—lonely—on the shelf, 

I can see the parallels

Between that tortured girl, 

And myself. 

izz_midnight

NH

16 years old

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