Plots

Inspiration found in the halls of my old high school.

I've reasoned with the possibilities and concluded,

although denial will be a fact in the case

I have yet again reached a low.

I've clawed and lost nails in the grasp of unscalable walls

and have landed in the darkness only to keep my head above

Lurking below the surface is the fate unknown.

Words have beat scars into my skin,

intoxicated my mind with endless worries,

Twists and turns, plots thickening, here comes the drop.

Like the quiver before the crest, came out to sea to take a little rest

Crashing hard, but the rescue is a sight to see

Gather the pieces, say a little prayer, be back up again in the air.

Isn't the first time, rhymed it wouldn't be the last

Hitting the mark and still holding back the past

Let my gaze turn it to stone, shattering the mold on concrete consciousness.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

I went back to my old high school as an adult, and this perfectly sums up the ighteen thousand and forty six emotions that exploded from my head at the menories of everything and everyone. I couldnt wait to escape :)

Beautifully written, with words powerful enough to time travel me back into the long, long ago

[Ms. Twitch]

I work at my old high school at the new charter school on campus, and the one day I walked the old halls and places I hung out- such a rush of emotions! I feel like this poem is a little all over the place, but as you said, sums it up.

Thank you for your kind words, they're always much appreciated :)

[alifeacoustic]

Youre mostest welcome :)