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Small Towns Suffocating
by Megan GuimbellotI can see the lights of the bridge and I'm almost home/I won't exhale until I get there//small towns have a way of reaching in and ripping out your insides///making you look to your own emotions for entertainment/god forbid (I won't do go back again), no;;I would rather sit in traffic while the guy in the car next to me trails cigarette smoke out the window and blasts cliche song lyrics into the frigid air (it will be 80 degrees tomorrow though)///I would rather streetlights and stopsigns/ the interstate and noise all night/ so save those dark country roads for someone who cares/marvel at the stars while I wait at stoplights because (yes) they are distractions and (yes)they are hollow but I would rather feel nothing than feel
empty. 12/25/2006 Posted on 12/25/2006
Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/26/06 at 04:33 PM Well done... and welcome! |
| Posted by Shirin Swift on 01/10/08 at 04:33 AM Your work is very unique and spontaneous, like reading an photographic exposure of someones quick-flowing thoughts and impressions; works particularly well with this poem's theme. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/10/08 at 06:00 AM rather feel nothing than feel empty...wow, well thought out words. powerful & painfully (a good pain) thought provoking. tasty. |
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