Blind fold over her eyes , unable to see the truth.
Day by day the sand keeps falling.
Her hours are numbered -almost to the last piece of sand.
Almost to the end of her path.
She kills herself absentmindedly-but not with a gun or a rope.
Her reality killed her.
(She couldn't see how little time she had left trying to narrow down details and get to the truth.)
Summed up perfectly Relic. From vanity to prisoners of their own mind. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars and welcome to your new cell.. Your skull.
Knew someone once, who was torn apart, both mentally and physically.
Like all addictions, easy to start, impossible to escape from. The mind is a mystery, with a few blind spots and this is one of them.
You know at first I thought it was too short, but the point was so clear the second around. It's a real issue and the hour glass figure remains a plague on society
I like that you chose this topic to write on and the way you wrote it definitely leaves a mark on the reader's mind. Though it's acknowledged, not much is really done about it and I feel despite everything, the social media trends still keep flashing the 'standard' figures which worsens the condition.
Your write touched me, having seen so many cases around...
It's great that you're writing about topics that really matter, not like most writers who keep recycling the same bubblegum literature. Love the image you used too!
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Thanks very much, Moon. It's good to see you back again.
I was also a part of this Anorexia community in my childhood...that was undoubtedly a miserable situation for me... A morsel or two used to fill up my tummy and the total food on my plate used to rot... it took more than 8 or 9 years to get fit by not being an hourglass....
I hope by one's true dedication towards his health, he can surely overcome from such disorders...Thanks so much for writing this dear Tim....Be blessed :)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Thanks for reading, Tahsin. I'm glad you're okay now. :)
Hey Relic, Crunch crunch crunch... nice poem... good apple, sad story and all so true it breaks my heart i had a good friend like this! perfect picture munch munch munch. Back to foraging:)
this is an extremely sad piece about one of the worst disorders...the constant feeling of not looking good enough...self-worth that doesn't exist...really potent words here.
j.
I've been an amateur scribbler since 2009. You can also find me on Stars Rite under my real name Tim. Many of those poems are from this account. more..