Hello, all! I started writing a poem when I was taking a short break from study, and saw it developing into, what could be described as a "Constance's state-of-mind" metaphor, and wrote the rest of it to fit that description, regarding her feelings towards Hecketty and her general view of herself in the world. I hope you enjoy this. Reviews (positive or critical (constructive only!) are welcome and wanted!). xD
WIND
I have been everywhere,
Seen everything,
I know a lot.
Everywhere I go
I cause damage.
Havoc and destruction
That instills fear within
The others who see me.
But I cannot be seen.
I am alone, invisible,
In a wide, dark, lonely world.
I am seen for what I am not.
Cold, hard and deadly,
Transparent.
They forget the unseen.
They forget that they need me,
That I am of some importance
Yet I am still a burden.
The wind that hath bourne me
Was a hurricane.
I am merely the eye of the storm
Where everything seems okay
But I am trapped within a tempest
Of unholy glory.
The hurricane insures that my
Motives are
Nefariously hidden.
She has been
Where I am and will be
Where I've been.
Her destruction leads me
Through my entire life.
Things can only get worse.
I am the calm before the storm.
Hope you enjoyed it. xD I've seen this a lot with reviews of poetry online, and I just want to mention here, that do not put in a review that "it's not a poem. It didn't rhyme". Rhyming is a poetic technique, not poetry. Poems do not have to rhyme. I don't mean to seem snappy but I just wanted to mention that as I've seen some amazing poetry (even personal opinions on published works of awesomeness) that have stated the aforementioned. I wrote this as a metaphor for certain things in life, bearing in mind it could relate to HB. If that doesn't come across clearly, please do let me know and I'll edit at once. =) Thanks for reading! xXx