Out of Reach

She is seen by everyone,

She is noticed by few,

She differs from,

Me and you.

She's sinking,

Falling if you will.

She just can't hide,

From whats found inside,

There are galaxies in her head,

But her demons will not depart,

They will not free her aching heart.

She's here,

She's here,

She's just Out of Reach.

Author's Note

There's still quite a bit I have to learn, as this is my first time writing out of school, but ignoring any grammatical errors some feedback would be highly appreciated.

Reviews

[Shannon]

Thank you for the kind words on "A Blackened Mind." It's neat when someone else sees what you see.
I was curious as to whether the shape of your poem was intentional or not. I'm assuming so. It's really
a nice touch as the silhouette is missing her head-out of reach you could say which strengthens the piece and grounds the last line.

For myself I've found that writing sonnets helps me structure my poetry and taught me a lot in the beginning. Spenserian Sonnets specifically.

[Erica Motionless]

No problem, I completely agree with you about hearing others' input. Believe it or not the shape was actually not intentional, just highly ironic. I can venture to guess that by your vocabulary you are a more accomplished writer than me lol. I am actually 12 and just starting of so I really appreciate any input. Thank you :)