Emily Dickinson, an inspiration to all and commonly recognised as “Mother of Poetry”. Dickinson writes in an abstract form, through my eyes a collection of her poems surround personal freedom. Today, I choose to write about a persona who is trapped through society grind. Re-telling in the theme of Dickinson, however, spun with my personal writing style.
I cannot live without you,
She said through all the liquor and wine –
He brought fair speech, however –
We are only made from the Divine.
This lust she speaks of,
is only just that.
Her desire has been manipulated –
from a girl fame wrapped.
Told – ‘Love is a riddle,
cloaked by thirst’,
But maybe it’s just greed
that got to her first.
Her appetite is pleased,
for only a short while –
she starts to grieve
such a quiet denial.
The words “I love you”
are never mentioned through this tidal.
As her mind felt freak-show closes in
So does her true yearning.
The bottle becomes empty,
as the last drop slashes down the aisle.
– Annaliese Ferraro