Poets’ Thursday: Strong

Poets' Thursday

They put loads on you
Each person, his own little parcel
You’re strong, they said
You’ll make it through…that’s what you’re made for

The water was deep
Cold and unloving
It called out to you
Promising peace
Promising to unburden

It called, you answered
It seduced, you fell
Cold hands pulled at you
Burdens dragged you further down
You tried to fight it
To be strong
After all, you muse
That’s who you are

But the load was too heavy
It dragged you down
You fought till you tired
Then you just gave up

As you sank deeper
You thought only of one thing:
How you won’t need to be strong
How you’ll have peace
In death.

Written by Wolfe

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5 replies added

  1. CHIAMAKA May 26, 2016 Reply

    The poet’s perspective hints how much he’s trying not to show that he is affected by the “burden” of the persona.
    Like he loved “her” so much (from a distance)
    sad as he watched without being able to help while she was being “burdened” and “seduced” into watery depths that eventually killed her.

    • Chisom May 27, 2016 Reply

      Funny I read the poem as if it was wrote by a lady. Quite interesting the perspective you have on it, Chiamaka. Thanks for sharing. And Wolfe, you know you killed it! 🙂

    • Chisom May 30, 2016 Reply

      Aaaaaaayyyyyeeeee-MEN! 🙂

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