I thought I'd see what sort of poem i could come up with in five minutes. So I set a timer and this is what I came up with.
stepping through to the other side or have i fell?
i can't breathe, my lungs are empty air alludes me.
i'd take a breath but i'm drowning as far as i can tell.
will i surface before the the cold hands ushers me along?
goodbye my love seems empty in this moment but i might be wrong.
just for a moment could i feel?
just for a moment in bliss the thought is so surreal?
i'd scream save my life but the crowd watches with empty eyes
forget tomorrow when all there is above me is a desolate sky.
i know if i reached out for that hand it would only hold me to let me go....
am i broken or is my heart grown cold now?
only the the holder could know.
laugh at my emptiness
and drown in my sorrow
the only time i have left is borrowed.
1 comment:
wow! that's pretty amazing.
I love setting the timer and forcing something down on paper. It really takes the fear out if it. I mean, if it sucks you can say "Well I was just fooling around"
But if it's good (like this!) you can say "Wow! in five minutes I can be a genius!"
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