Ice

I'm wasting my breath,

and I'm wasting away,

two lives I can threaten,

is too many a day.

Ice is a monster,

I'm up and I'm down,

it's like breathing in water,

and one day I will drown.

I've lost all my friends,

they've all gone their own way,

I feel like I'm no where,

there's not much I can say.

My family has dumped me,

there's not much I can do,

but ruin their lives,

for me and for you.

I can't take care of my children,

I've scared them away,

the ice, the meth,

in time I'll decay.

But I'll still be alive,

a monster outside,

though breathing and bleeding,

a part of me died.

Reviews

[Drew Wade]

good use of meter.

[Gandré]

This poem is actually a call for help. When parents can't take care of their children it is not because they don't want to - it is because they need a help, too. This was a wonderful poem, I loved it. I hope, she finds her middle soon. That's my wish for her. Thanks Kelsey sending the poem my way.

[Kelsey Desmond]

It's dark at points but shows strength among weakness. The writing is quite good....great, actually. Sad and hurtful, but amazingly composed and presented. Well done.