Contrast

Bright lines
On slate grey
Plaster crunches under
No ones feet.
Walls proclaim
In red, blue, yellow
Words that mean a lot
To a person out there
“Spine”
“Breadwinner”
“Gold”
Or maybe just
A name.
“Meg!”
Awfully cheery
Thinks bedframe
Overturned
In the next room.
Some words,
Most, really,
Are illegible.
Some one
Just thought it would be cool
To know their mark
Yells from the wall
“Hello!”
The fallen shelf
Just wants
Quiet.
 

Eli

VT

17 years old

More by Eli

  • Poetry

    By Eli

    Three Legged Beast

    I stumbled into being, a three legged beast
    My hands outstretched like tentacles to
    Comfort, correct, caress
    I fell with a reverberating thump into the dust
    Ringing through by ribs 
    Small men with ropes greatening my burden
  • Poetry

    By Eli

    To Go, To Go, To Go

    I went to sleep with a tooth in my mouth,
    And woke up with it out
    The world was warm and fuzzy,
    And my family sat around
    They said it was almost time
    To go, to go, to go,
    And I sat up from the day
    To start the night above