The End

Ugh...we all have those days....we want it to end..of course...it never does...only goes by slower....thats why I write poems lol.

Here comes another day,

Of course everything's wrong in every way.

I wish there was a way I could leave this place,

But do far I have found no escape.

I don't know what to do, I'm sick of waiting,

I hate being here, I'm only suffocating.

Why does the world transform everything it sees?

Just tell me what the hell is wrong with me!

I turn to find help somehow, somewhere,

But everyone I talk to doesn't understand or care.

I'm sick of wearing a fake smile,

I sit and waste in my disgrace, take all this away for awhile.

Just put me out of my misery,

Is there nothing you can say to me?

It all repeats over and over again,

Just please...please make all this end.

~Rachel B. Spiers~

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

I can feel your "gasping" for air....just trying to breathe. Desparation weighs heavily throughout and the reader has a sense of "ulitmatum" when arriving at the end. It is a good identity poem for someone who is going through the same desparate emotions. In fact, I can identify with these feeling as well. Once I hit 40, my world began to spin wildly around me. I couldn't (and sometimes still can't) explain the way I was feeling. Yes, I know this feeling you write of. Very good.

[Emily Rose]

Interesting scheme you thought of - couplets-but-not. I actually kind of like the fact that it rhymes but doesn't follow a strict meter, it gives the poem a slightly out-of-control feel, which is, I think, what you were going for. The words and theme you chose were, I'll admit, a bit overdone, but you handled it pretty well and it's a good emotional release. Good job.