Each morning,
My eyes meet themselves
In a new day,
Only to find the same collision of interests.
The erectness of my spine slowly erodes
As I slouch into a face swept with tiny oceans;
I have lost my form
Over the last ten months,
Where time has captured me in a cocoon--
The transition of blistered wings
Rolling out from my back
Feels like a set stage for depression.
I look through walls of books
To find any meaning,
I read old letters to remember
Where I might have left my
Promises.
Each day comes too fast,
But then the next never fast enough,
And I just want to see myself
Before I die.
For now I am a half empty emotion.
Author notes
Song 1.
I am gona make it through this year
if it kills me
--The Mountain Goat's song "This Year"
A contest entry
- For my Favorites and by Invite ONLY by Not-The-Sun.
2000 points, ended November 12, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"read old letters to remember
Where I might have left my
Promises.
Each day comes too fast,
But then the next never fast enough,
And I just want to see myself
Before I die."
the best part about this entire poem is that I can relate to it 100 percent. and i am AMAZED at how well you took the prompt. that's why I put that prompt up, for a poem like this : ) thanks for entering!
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I'm sooo glad! I was a little worried it was "too far out there" but I'm glad you could related! thanks!!!! Great contest by the by!
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