Falling,
I do not seem to bounce quite as high.
Muscles strain to retain composure as
I craw out of the ditch.
No one bends to aid.
They just step on my raw hands
unseen.
Caught in their own world they
do not even hear my scream.
I go silent.
Breathe.
Feel the pain to know I am still
living.
Slowly I rise one joint at a time.
Rest till each ache subsides
to stand again.
Make my way watching for the sharp corners.
Tears never blind the pain.
A contest entry
- Crack A Rib by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hood-Winked!!
Wow Robert! This is the first poem I've read of your's, but I can tell you are a very gifted poet. You put a lot of emotions into your poem as well as making it personal to make a very wonderful poem. I like how, like I said before, its personal, but also ho its something others can relate to. It tells a story but also tells a lot about you. Nice job! Thanks for sharing
P.S. You've been Hood-Winked by the Poetic Bandits!
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So deeply touching! Honest and raw sharing of emotions.
Best of luck in the competition!
Love~
Az
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A personal write, so very insular here where life is a disease ruling you and how no one can really understand it. this is raw and it is felt by the reader and worried over, you are correct in your assessment, the last line where tears fall but it doesn't make anything better. I feel this. Love, C
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