Middle school by Vikki OwensWe are children
in middle-school,
we are passing notes to each other.
Only I am writing very serious things,
adult things,
like 'I am disappearing, you are not even noticing'
I am writing
'help me, I cant find myself'
'will you help me?
circle one
yes or no'
fold up the paper,
pass it across the bedroom
to you
where you unfold it,
and stare blank-eyed
until
you make a mark with your pencil,
refold,
send it back.
I open it up, holding my breath
and you have circled
'or' 02/12/2009 Posted on 02/12/2009 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/12/09 at 04:13 PM ...a nice ride of man-made logic, eh? good write, hearty w/ pathos of a teen-age kind. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/12/09 at 05:55 PM Isn't that the way life goes? Ask for some help and all you get is maybe!!!! Good write Vikki |
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