unreliable
a poem
1 min readFeb 25, 2020
Born out of death and tragedy,
Like Ophelia in the lake,
Flowers somewhat cover the wounds and bruises
The way you fall is like an exit from heaven.
The themes of death and tragedy follow us
From the time we are born in the world,
Screaming, crying and shouting…
To the time we first find out what pain really feels like.
Our lives bringing us to our knees,
Forcing us to accept that life isn’t as easy as it seems.
It strangles us and cradles us.
Nurturing the development of our characters
Throughout our unreliable narratives.
