Sinking | Teen Ink


August 9, 2011
By WhatAboutNikki DIAMOND, Uncasville, Connecticut
WhatAboutNikki DIAMOND, Uncasville, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Speak your mind even if your voice shakes." -Unknown
"The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of concious thought"-Unknown
"With me, poetry is not a purpose, but a passion" -Edgar Allen Poe
"Mad is stupid"-Pops

The sun:
Once a dear friend,
But now an enemy.
Running, swinging, playing,
In it spent my days.

It was pass those days though-
That day in the sandbox-
That the reign did end.

Until I fell in.
I fell so deep that
I couldn’t get out.

Daylight passed
And I had yet to find my way out.
Darkness came:
I still couldn’t get out.
I didn’t want to get out.

As hands came for help,
I only dug farther down;
Denying that I needed it.

And restless,
I continued to sit,
Feeling no sun-
Banishing it.

After the snow had fallen,
It turned to rain,
And now I‘m swimming-
Not yet drowning.

I’m being carried to the surface,
Hand reaching out,
Then withdrawing:
They do not recognize
Who I am today
And they all pray they’re not too late.

But the truth is,
They are;
They always have been.
They pulled back
And I am swallowing stones
And continuing to sink.

The author's comments:
I'm still sinking

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