Ragged from the weight of time
And tirelessly escalating expectations,
I suppose my inhaler would be the cure
To my not so subtle breathing
As it is magic, deceitfully successful attempts
To escape the frenzied squirrel at my heels
What would be the most refreshing thing
Is to dive into a fountain, and not hit the bottom
Simply because I am not supposed to
And squirrels cannot swim.
A contest entry
- "celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music!" round 1 of 4 by iamthebeatles.
650 points, ended February 5, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
-
this poem is a little quirky, a little dark, and a lot DEEP. I don't know if thats what you were going for, but thats how it makes me feel, very HEAVY. The ending is a little mysterious and really gives the poem an all over contempersary feel. Great work overall. Simply wonderful work.
cassie
Adding your comment:
