Poetic Therapy | Rust

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He pulls an iron veil over her eyes
And fills the empty space with lies.

But things will always rust with time.

And through corroded holes in the metalwork
She stares with verdigris cats eyes,
Drinking in the outside with envy.
But everything is

Rusted,

The car that brought her there

Rusted,

The chains that bind her there

Rusted,

The promises and the ring…

Rusted.

He pulled an iron veil over her eyes
And filled the empty space with lies.
But finally, she feels alive,
Pushes open the door and shakes off her ties

She steps outside.


The first Poetic Therapy prompt is Rust.

What is your interpretation?

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13 thoughts on “Poetic Therapy | Rust

  1. Mandie Hines

    I really enjoy the rhythm of your poem. Particularly from the point where it says, “But everything is” and through “The promises and the ring…Rusted.” There are several other lovely lines, but I read this poem last night, and it was that section that drew me back to leave a comment.

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