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Why?
A nightmare I can not
wake up from.
A place that I can not get to.
I step on
The sidewalk in hope to reach my destination,
And yet it looks further and further away.
I run and run
In hope to
Catch up to the place.
Hours of running,
years of running
The sidewalk keeps
Making this even more antagonising.
As I keep losing my breath
struggling to keep the air in my lungs.
Tripping over the cracks in the concret
The struggle keeps coming …
Everything looks fuzzy and
I can’t differentiate whether or not I am moving.
All to get to the place.
Collapsing on the sidewalk
The place that I have been trying to reach my whole life,
Maybe I am not cut out for this.
For this place…
My dreams.
I close my eyes,
I breathe in deep,
On my back I look up towards the sky.
My hand stretched out
Ink
Dripping down my hands and arms.
The darkness starts to set in.
Will I ever be able to
Make it to the place
I have wanted to
Go to so desperately.
Will I make it...
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This poem basically talks about my fears and how I feel about my progress in trying to become an adult and living in the world normally. Ink is something that is thick and dark and causes a mess however it can "paint" a beautiful picture, something that you can take and make your own life with. For me though it seems to be giving me some problems, it is something that can easliy consume me. My work, I work a lot with school and home... it's overwhelming and I start to think all of what went down with in the poem, but of course it's open to interpretation.