Reaching for any outstretched arm,
I try to escape the octopus-like tentacles of death,
That are slowly enveloping me.
It's so hard to pull myself free
From thoughts that try to snap me in half
With claws of merciless crabs.
It's harder to get through
Than a pool full of the thickest jelly.
It's as if I'm swimming in concrete,
And it has begun to harden.
I'm not doing well as it is,
But being trapped in the ground is no place for me.
If only I were a potato,
And could reach out for the resources above,
Instead of being trapped here.
The unforgiving darkness of the Earth,
Makes it so very hard to breathe,
To escape,
To be free of thoughts and
What makes death's tentacles
Seem so comforting,
As I slowly begin to embrace,
The warmth it offers to me.
Author notes
Words used: octopus, crabs, jelly, potato
A contest entry
- PIF: Seriously Funny by Justin.
700 points, ended June 19, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, did I get it serious enough?
Comments
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This was an excellent poem. I enjoyed your usage of the word octopus the most. The last four lines were very vivid and powerful.
Thank you for your entry!
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