Insignificance shines
through cracked floor boards
as I'm left staring up
at the rotting ceiling
asking God "Why?"
(Pretty little child
falling through the cracks)
Detrimental tendencies
broadcast live insanity
and I'm stuck drinking through a straw
what's left of me.
(The good parts anyway)
And by the time I'm through-
you'll be done with me
and I'll be cast aside again,
ready to play my part.
(Shall I be needy and insecure?
Or would you rather me shameless?)
Author notes
Danneh-
about time I spent in solitary at the psycho ward.
I just remember thinking every time, that when I got out-
that this time no one would be waiting for me.
A contest entry
- personal poetry. ❤ by aanika.
1147 points, ended September 13, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be harsh, be specific.
Comments
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nice vocab,
nice imagery.
nice write
haha, I liked
'And by the time I'm through-
you'll be done with me
and I'll be cast aside again,
ready to play my part.' -
Those last too lines are intriguing
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Some vivid images that convey what that experience can be like. I've been there too and I really like the part about drinking yourself through a straw. That sticks in my mind.
I hope they always wait. That is indeed a scary though that they might not. Good luck to you.
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screen name in author's notes please
I'll comment for real later.
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