Scrap me off the cement like road kill.
Gather my remains from a crashed plane.
Pick up my ashes from my burned down house.
Take my dead carcass out of the tightly bound noose.
I do not want to age but life won’t listen,
Every second has a clock
Every day has an end .
Every birthday has a year.
I can’t beat it
Nobody to love me,
Nobody to love
Alone,
Empty.
Despair.
Let me float off into the sunset in the oceans tender waves.
Let the poison spread through my body like an overturned ink bottle.
Let them pick out a coffin, something black as coal.
Let me liquor myself down the road to a dead end.
Let me light myself on fire and laugh my way to ashes.
Getting nowhere and nowhere is getting me.
A contest entry
- The Judge by jackreed3.
700 points, ended November 6, 13 entries
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Sounds quite depressing but it speaks openly about something that I think Once in a while hits us all. Sometime in life, we feel like we are going nowhere until something comes along to change that and then you can't or don't look back. I like this. It's raw and emoptional. Well done.
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Nice form but bad issues... your friend in Poetry JackReed3...
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wow
Wow..this is a really really good poem. you really put in your emotions and the words really flow together, you could probably make a song out of it.
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