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richardness
by Kalikala Smithhe sat across from me,
fumbling with the salt,
as if it would save him from talking.
poor man.
what i wouldn't give,
to help him now.
now that he's lost his mind,
his money, his pride.
he always used to say,
"Keep your head up Child,
and you'll go far.
Monsters and Mountains,
won't Drag you and Hold you down,
as long as you got your Head up."
what that meant exactly,
i wasn't sure.
the salt slowly became a pillar,
and his akwardness grew by each grain.
"are you alright?"
that man stared,
right outside into the street,
absorbing every morsel of non-happenings,
and growing content with the silence.
the salt slowly became a bitter friend.
"No, I'm not Alright."
i thought so.
the salt was a dead giveaway.
"I think I'm Dead."
no wonder he looked so transparent.
welcome to my world. 05/23/2003 Author's Note: umm, ya, not sure where i'm going with this one, but i haven't written anything exciting in such a long time and it was annoying me... this is all i've got in my system i guess... any suggestions?
Posted on 05/24/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/28/03 at 09:05 AM I really like the commentary between these two lines: "No, I'm not Alright."
i thought so.
the salt was a dead giveaway.
"I think I'm Dead."
I really like the ending too. It just plays out really well. |
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