Powder cake

Im a powder cake
About to crumble
About to go to crums
About to blow

Im like a resembelence
Of a powder cake
Weak and feeble

Im like ice
Waiting to melt
My feelings frozen.

Im a powder cake
aiting to explode
Im lonely and trapped
Depression rules my life.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!