The end of the world,
not your world,
the end of my world,
and I can feel it reaching through the fence,
throwing me into a poisonous volley ball net.
The net makes wicked, jagged lines through my face.
I will show up,
I will act with strength,
and after I will drink water
and wish there was life in me.
Death, Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Resistance, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Claudia on June 19, 2011 - 11:29 am
dang! touching carl – the poisonous volley ball net leaving jagged lines…and tough ending…tight write
#2 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 8:32 pm
Thanks so much, Claudia. Your feedback is encouraging!
#3 by Indigo Spider on June 19, 2011 - 12:06 pm
Dark, summer fun. Fantastic imagery that combines summer imagery with bleak emotions. As Claudia said, tight write.
#4 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 8:34 pm
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.