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SOLECISM

 


I silenced the rain.

That comes every night.

But this day,

It would have been teasing.

Eyes had been separated for centuries.

Are shocked by their shadows.

Ages have passed, so lonely.

Even if they lose their hands,

They don't leave.

Don't break the moment.

From the branches of time.

Every night you fall asleep.

In your nightmare

Send punishments.

I've sent my flaws.




This is a poem with an ambiguous meaning that can be interpreted in various ways. The theme revolves around the feeling of loneliness, separation, and the fear of being punished for one's flaws.


The first line, "I silenced the rain that comes every night," can be seen as a metaphor for the speaker's attempt to suppress the constant noise and chaos in their life. The next line, "But this day, it would have been teasing," indicates that the speaker is perhaps seeking solitude and quietness.


The line "Eyes had been separated for centuries" portrays the idea of being separated from something or someone for a long time. This feeling of separation is further emphasized in the following line, "Ages have passed, so lonely." The use of "eyes" in the first line and "hands" in the next line can be interpreted as a reference to the senses that are associated with human interaction and communication.


The line "Even if they lose their hands, they don't leave" is an example of personification, where the hands are given human-like characteristics. This line suggests that despite the loss of physical contact, the memories and emotions associated with it remain. The following line, "Don't break the moment from the branches of time," may indicate the speaker's desire to hold onto a moment of happiness or to prevent it from fading away.


The line "Every night you fall asleep in your nightmare" portrays a sense of fear or anxiety that the speaker is experiencing. The next line, "Send punishments, I've sent my flaws," may suggest the speaker's acknowledgement of their own shortcomings and the fear of being punished for them.


Overall, the poem conveys a sense of longing for connection and a fear of being alone. The use of imagery and personification adds depth and complexity to the poem, leaving room for the reader's interpretation. The theme of loneliness and fear of punishment for one's flaws is a common human experience and makes the poem relatable to many.








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