My Poetry Journal

Walking on ice

If the size was bigger,

I would fall.

If it was larger,

I could stall.

If it was closer,

I would drown.

My face in an unending frown.

In a world of cold,

I feel destitute.

Forgotten by all, ignored by some.

Listen to my pleas, Hear my cries!

Is it not night? Is it not white?

Must I esteem this winter snow?

Frozen to the ground, so hard I must plow.

Where did our hearts go?

They went to the depths of humanity

and stopped at an epiphany.

The stillness is silenced when we are awake;

but, of course, it was too late.

For I fell to my fate

Surrounded in a never-ending lake.

Author's note:

I wrote this my junior year of high school and no I was not depressed at the time. Please do not judge me.

I like to write poetry and I had read too much Poe works I believe. He writes well, however, his darkness is one that I rather not read much about as it goes further than I would like to go into the abyss.

I have other poems that are about light or fending off something. This was an experiment that surprised my English teacher and she thought she knew me because she had had me in class for almost 1 year and a half? Ha! Ok, I like her. She is a good English teacher and really pushed me to develop my voice which is a bit darker than I would like?