There’s a truth that not many people in this world know,
late into the hours of slumber;
when the whole world is asleep,
and the faintest rumble of thunder
shakes the deep
I live within the shadows of trees,
finding solitude in chaos,
it feels like a disease,
the only cure is
sleep.
Lindsay I really like the way you wrote this! Particularly the way that you contrasted different elements of the poem like "solitude in chaos" and "disease...only cure." I also like the way that the writing was white with the blue in the background. It gave a neat feeling of eeriness, and yet again is an example of contrast. Since you use contrast so much, it makes me think that the writer is torn between something, whether it is fighting to be her true self, or struggling to move on from something. This problem is the "it" she mentions in line 8.
ReplyDelete