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i wrote this poem a couple years ago, when i was having a tough time. it's really the first of my poetry, and i just thought to look back at it because i was reminded when bonochick posted about looking back at her old stuff......this one is the first poem i still have....it seems like i was almost describing a nightmare...i don't know...
i look up, wake up expecting someone
to meet me. i search, open my arms
but the only one who embraces me back
is the emptiness. cold, dark. who is near
me? who is with me? where am i to go?
i turn circles, look frantically, find nothing.
now i run, quickly, sprint. my foot falters.
i fall. as i wait for someone's hand to help
me stand, i think. where did i go wrong?
i try to lift my head, but i can't. breathe
hard, wheeze. hope is gone.
i look up, wake up expecting someone
to meet me. i search, open my arms
but the only one who embraces me back
is the emptiness. cold, dark. who is near
me? who is with me? where am i to go?
i turn circles, look frantically, find nothing.
now i run, quickly, sprint. my foot falters.
i fall. as i wait for someone's hand to help
me stand, i think. where did i go wrong?
i try to lift my head, but i can't. breathe
hard, wheeze. hope is gone.