Teen Poetry #5 |
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Fearsome Plunge |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blue waters start to deteriorate Cries of change are begged for Pounds of weight are echoed in a breeze of confusion Translucent mirrors no longer bother Frail fingers begin to shake tensely Paleness invades an ignorant soul A Waistline beginning to decrease with a thinning scowl Chills dribble down legs of horror Ordinary foods become poisonous to my decaying teeth Worms of infectious disease slither in and out of weakening bones Frequent visits to a man in white gives hope for cause Turning the corner with fret, I am told to take off my shoes A 5-foot machine stands with an authoritative stance I am told to step on… Breaths of anticipation whisper hopes for an increase in weight Loose Change scattered throughout pockets of lies 74 pounds, a sigh of relief exhaled 68 was the previous number from a few weeks ago Loose change becoming a stream of answers 14 years of age, standing at a measly 4 feet and 10 inches A boy lost in his own web of games A sweet tooth becomes the savior to my problems Starvation throughout the day, leads to a box full of donuts My family split in half, exchanging broken hearts Confusion amongst myself as I ponder my actions A glance into the mirror only solidifies what I already had expected A ghost without a cause A depression misplaced in a body of skinny measures |
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
I'm just glad to see you're seeking help that's a first step to recovery and writing this piece shows me you know there's a problem admitting it is another step seems like you are headed the right direction thanks for sharing là où est mon amour? |
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mistic Member
since 2001-05-06
Posts 233Idaho, U.S.A. |
awesome imagery here... keep trying to seek help, it's best in the long run |
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sillywilly Junior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 33oklahoma |
Great poem. Hardships in life tend to bring out either the best or worst of us and from this poem it seems your best is brought out. Never give up! |
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