I have been sent to a island.
With a walkie talkie in my hand.
It gets static and blurry.
It's causing me pain and doubt.
I can't reach the main land.
every time I try to stand, the walkie talkie gets more static.
I can't mess up.
Static
Help me please.
Static
I have to stand strait and tall.
Static
I have to watch my words when I talk.
Static
I have to watch my step when I walk.
Static
Yes help me please.
Static
People on this island are watching me.
Static.
These people are watching my every move. Every time I do something they don't want me to do the walk talkie turns static. Words come out as a messed up code no one can crack. No one can hear me but I can hear them. The mainland people think I am okay. No matter how much I tell them I am not.
The people on the island are telling me what to do.
Static
They think it was my fault that they are on this island.
Static.
This walkie talkie is all I have.
Static
I am thinking about swimming to mainland
Static
I am scared
Static
What if I fail.
Static
Then I will lose my walkie talkie.
Static
I am not listening to the people anymore.
Static
I am swimming to mainland.
Static
No one can stop me.
Static
Not even static.
Static.
YOU ARE READING
These poems mean nothing.
PoetryThese are just the poems you found in the attic. You think they were from the old owners daughter. Its in a plastic folder labeled "These poems mean nothing." So you open the folder to find out what 'nothing' really means.
