One

Life has it's little questions....

Do you feel the breeze?

cutting

Do you feel me?

breaking

Life like an hourglass after sitting in a freezer

You would put it in the hot sun

Do you wish to break it?

i know you do

Do you wish it were me all over again?

you won't answer that

What does one write to get their tormenter's attention?

Do you write nothing and hope they notice?

Or do you write poems of death and despair?

How about a simple letter?

Do you think they'll ignore it?

How about adding language so vulgar, no amount of soap could save it.

Not even ammonia and lye

How does one go about freeing themselves?

What does it mean to be free?

Author's Note

I made the I lower case on purpose.

Reviews

[Linda Stinson]

Life has it's big questions, what you talking about. I liked your poem. To me it was a little unusual, I had to read it twice but I got the understanding finally. Just be yourself and don't stink and one will make it through life just fine. A person is put on earth to provide compainionship, not to mold it. You should captilize the i, you are important. Keep up the good work.