my last poem

December 23, 2010
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I cry as I run from from mind
Tired of caring
And being alone all the time
Tired of reaching out
Falling for people who won't catch me.
I look back
As life runs right past me
As a crescendo of issues follow me
Murmur in B minor melodically behind me
Wipe the fog from the window
People say I have no life
And I just say "oh"
I have no cushion
So where do I aim when I fall accidentally
Or is jumping off a cliff something to deal with mentally?

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MyNameIsAlston said...
Jan. 10, 2011 at 6:46 pm
just realized there were some errors, the first line is supposed to be "from my mind" please bear with me :D thank you!
LaShay_25 said...
Jan. 10, 2011 at 9:07 am
I liked your poem a lot =]
MyNameIsAlston said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 5:26 pm
thanks! glad you like it :)
MyNameIsAlston said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 5:25 pm
Thanks!! its also really nice to see someone who writes like i do!
DaddiesDoodle This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 3:35 pm
i loved your work! i hav a thing about writing in alter egos too! so if any of ya'll read my work don't be freaked bout the depression/suicidal ones!
Carolyncan94 said...
Jan. 9, 2011 at 11:16 am
Beautifully written. Keep it up!
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