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Back of the Classes

By Laura D August 31, 2016 Through blurry lines that redesign my sunshine mind I climb a height I never knew would drive me blind There lies a forgotten sunset shore where my hair is longer Where I'm a little bit stronger and their gaze never wanders I dream this every night and wake up just the same Too angular a face; My makeup is a game My hunger never fades and somedays I can't see Through every possibility where every day is just a breeze I have anger in my heart and scars inside my head Full of every dream i've had and all the words I've left unsaid Bring back the empty words I never fully understood The perfect face that stood in grace; enjoy the things I never could

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Joe Dimino

Date: 9/11/2016 8:16:00 AM

Excellent writing! I hate being old...really resent it! And will not settle for that old cliche, "better than the alternative." But I do believe there are other youthful chances, as we mature one life after another. Only my own opinion, but I do not believe a good God would make a creation, a mankind with flaws, and then sentence His failures to everlasting penance or unhappiness. But what do I know!

Daniel Turner

Date: 9/11/2016 8:09:00 AM

Pretty deep write! reads like your having some regrets. Perhaps some unfulfilled dream or missing out on a chance to be with someone. Very nebulous write.