Open Poetry #40 |
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riverside_girl_ravens New Member
since 2007-04-16
Posts 1 |
She sits and she waits For her suffering to end She sits all alone Because nobody knows She sits and she wishes That they would just listen She sits and she thinks Of the crap she got herself into She sits and she remembers That first drink of alcohol She sits and she tastes The smoke in her mouth She sits and she desires To pop one last pill She sits and she knows How it all helps her forget She sits and she longs To feel the love she once felt She sits and she wants To know she’s worth someone’s time She sits and she hesitates To leave it all behind She sits and she wants To run, long and hard She sits and she longs To try one more time She sits and she’s tempted To end it all now She sits, and she sits, and she sits… And she knows It will never change And it will never get better… She’s doomed ~ Alexis Burton |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
how interesting the poem is. I have my whole sympathy to "she". "she"'s life is poor this poem made "she" poorer enjoyed. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: I remember those times that I wanted to run, and when I actually, physically did... I learned that I was not doomed. You might want to stretch, and see...for yourself. Welcome to Passions, Alexis. Please, check your email for a Very Special Greeting. " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...probably won't get better until she takes some positive actions...we have some control over our happiness or suffering by the choices we make and the consequences that follow...James |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
Intersting construction. I enoyed the repeated phrase,"She sits..." The poem keeps moving but She Sits. Her [your] final conclusion is inevitable. The poem will not get better or ever change because She sits. Welcome to Passions, Rave On! INclan |
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