They say the first days are the worst.
You sit in silence in the corner
and nibble along edges,
smoothing out the corners
until there are none left.
Where to go to now?
You create more with less
(pick
pick
pick away)
and curl yourself into a ball so small
they'll kick you when you're on the ground -
they never thought you could still be human,
until they saw the puddle of putrid sweat
you fooled them into thinking were tears.
Author notes
Three emtions: hopelessness, pain, and satisfaction. An odd mix, I know. But if I had to choose one... confusion, perhaps?
Tell me if it's not what you were looking for, I'll delete it if it is.
About - as the title says - "progress". And how much it hurts. And how it's never easy as it seems. And how regression is just so much simpler.
Regression, progression, therapy session, omission... it's a "-sion" type of day...
A contest entry
- Emotions - author's choice by fatality-rhymed77.
600 points, ended June 1, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This poem is, at the very least, quite interesting. I think that it was very clever of you to mix different emotions and I think that it helps with the overall effect the poem has. I liked it, so please don't delete it. You did a good job.
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Darling, you are killing me with these pieces today, well and another... Oyyyyyyy! What a job you did on this one! I love it, and yeah that does seem like what it is like don't it?
This is great darling.
Best of luck in this contest!
Ek is lief vir jou altyd
Mom
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Hummm interesting poem. Yeah, kicking someone when they're down seems to be a favorite hobby for many people. So sad. Thanks for sharing.
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I love this, the thing i love about it is its deceptive, and creates a stong mental image, dont delete it!!!!!!!!
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