It's just on of those things

The northern sky swept past like the end of days

you wake up cold in your empty room

you wake up and say is the end this soon?

she had no time to call her father on the telephone

because the moon light had already shown through the

vacant home

but something in a gruesome gloom had a tiny bit of humor

and it made her laugh

she took a swing at the hanging rope

drank some wine from a plastic cup

hung up all her hope

and said all and all its just a thing

so she let her life swing and swing

 

Reviews

[Xyve rrg]

sadness, hopelessness and tragedy... these things swirled in my mind as i read the poem...
it has a cold, dark, depressing atmosphere. ironically the girl in the poem laughed which gives me the feeling she was losing the grip, was on a verge of hysteria...
i sincerely like it... reminds me of paramore's 'when it rains'...
reminds me of somebody... =(

[mmzx]

just one word for this poem; wow.