If I am a monument;
I am out in all weathers.
They made me marble
                  So I would be cold in the sun,
                  Warm in the rain.
They made me on a pedestal
Because in their wisdom,
They knew it would be further to fall.
                  I am somewhere that no-one passes,
                  Because I am forgotten.
                  I am alone amongst pidgeons,
                  Washed by acid.

If I am a net, to catch with;
I am coarse fibre.
They made me ancient and bitten
                  So I catch leaves and mud,
                  Letting the best escape.
They made me knotted and twisted
Because in their kindness,
They couldn't let me unravel completely.
                  I am left in a cupboard
                  That no-one opens.
                  I am covered in dust,
                  Half-hidden in rags.


love's tempestdepressionall that I am

◄ The Modern Myth

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 23rd May 2021 12:58

Thank you Nigel and Stephen for your comments ?

Thank you also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 22nd May 2021 17:51

I liked this one.

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Nigel Astell

Sat 22nd May 2021 11:36

unwanted feelings
coldness inside
abandoned left alone
invisible to all.

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