they’ve all taken chances,
succeeded in failures i still cough up
while cradling a pillow between my legs


i am stoned scared
and blindly beaten
away from ladders leading to heaven


risks have become tears
while tears have become nooses
engulfing my bones


i can’t walk straight anymore
my weak spine just can’t take the pressure


but i still try to run


i watch them take their chances,
live their dreams,


as i sit back
with shards in my hair


from every broken choice
i couldn’t fake.



02/13/2008
Posted on 02/14/2008
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Aaron Michael on 02/14/08 at 03:25 AM
nice one, miss cole :) loved the alliteration in the second stanza. wonderous closing as well :)