This elevator to insanity
Is rising to the top.
I'm losing my mind,
I can't make it stop.
I pull up my umbrella
But down came the rain.
I try to stop the feelings.
I just want to stay sane.
This elevator, reserved for me,
Will never stop.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST. by penman.
900 points, ended October 26, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very well witten
i love it very well written
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I like your poem and you actually could of left the last sentence but it was really nice.
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.



