SmallA Poem by West of EveryoneWritten in 1999
Sitting quietly, calmly carving At an apple while my ears Around me
My thin lips, hoping that The apple will bring my deprived Body an ounce of nourishment Sweet Cantonese, and musical Spanish treat my ears to an Exquisite lingual concert I silently watch as the two Spanish speaking Chinese women Exchange a few quiet words And part, never to be seen again Standing, I pop my brittle backbones Into alignment and slowly stroll Through the campus with thoughts Of high school and unpopularity Flooding my mind Wuss, stickling, wimp, scrawny are The words of high school that will Forever be slated to my memories Snapping back to reality I realize That I am no longer in high school I am in college facing a world of Back and walk all over me because I am small Sliding into the drivers seat of my Beat up old Chevy I wonder what Life would be like if I were big And muscular No, I will never be like that I am a stickling and always Will be I glance at myself in the rearview Mirror, the sight I see brings a Moist feeling to my eye Know that there are others That have a harder life than mine As I drive over the Crooked River Bridge I slow down and Pull to the side of the road And step out of my pickup Leaning over the edge I see the Raging river rippling below and I think to myself what a feeling it Would be to fly with out the aid of A plane And I did not see that car coming over The bridge It swerved and I jumped narrowly Missing my almost certain death I crawl to my knees, the adrenaline Rushing through my veins I can feel my heart pumping I take a deep breath and get into My pickup and swiftly drive away Arriving at home I stumble into The house and walk to the sink I pour myself a glass of water And step over to my gun cabinet I unlock the framed glass door And pick out my favorite pistol A “45” There comes a knocking at my door I step into the living room And pick up the mail that had so Conveniently been placed under The door I shuffle through the bills and Junk mail as I walk over to the Medicine cabinet I place the mail on the sink and Open the cabinet door and pull Out a bottle of vitamins Putting the vitamins back after I Slid one down my throat I accidentally bump a bottle that Fell to the floor Picking up the strange bottle I Notice the label “steroids” Remembering back to when I purchased them I had thought They would pump me up Though I had never taken any of Them I thought why not try some So not knowing how many to take I dumped a handful into my mouth Thinking the more the merrier Death came swiftly, after a few Convulsions my breathing slowed And my heart gradually slipped Away until the last beat And I lay dead to the world, © 2010 West of Everyone |
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Added on October 16, 2009 Last Updated on April 6, 2010 AuthorWest of EveryoneBirch Bay, WAAboutI am an ecclecticly eccentric poet, who is currently working on a book. I am an Actor/playwright. I have atteneded college under an acting degree. I've been toying with the idea of obtaining an Eng.. more..Writing
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