Untitled Disaster

July 29, 2008
By Katie Rasada, Indio, CA

It's like my heart choked,
it keeps gasping for air.
Reaching for you.
The closer it gets...
the further you pull away.

Crumpled on the floor,
like a used tissue.
Starting to disintegrate,
my pleading just won't do.
Finally my nightmare is real,
I'm sitting at the bottom of a trash barrel.


The author's comments:
My inspiration for this poem was the total agony of losing my closest friend.

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