Life In Fast Rewind

Life In Fast Rewind

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Wrecked

This poem was written one sunday, when I was thinking about how much grad school has torn me down, and built me up at times as well, but mostly torn  me down. It is also in reference to how I feel my writing is the only place I can express myself at times, which sometimes makes it feel like a cage.

Wrecked

Wrecked
Is what I
Am lying on the floor
Broken open and
Spilling all my soul
Onto a paper
Cage

Ink
Dripping, my blood
Pooling, loops and swirls
Letters form in my
Hand stretched out
Desperate for a
Touch

Lost
Holding on to false
Hopes and shattered
Dreams in the night
Filling my head with
All I could be is
Gone

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