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Low
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 11-07-2005


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
I'm low--
I'm slow, and
I'm forgotten.
Free balling,
Straight falling
Heading to the bottom.
I'm cold,
I'm sold
And I'm broken.
Out of control
Covered in mold,
But I'm golden--
Golden and crumbling,
Tumbling and stumbling
Thinking there might be
Something to make this
Fall out of spaces
But nothing
Nothing can stop this.

I'm lost.
Lost and I'm aching
For days that are breaking
And friends dissapating
Forgotten and hating
The person who I was
To hurt them
And spurn them
And now I can't see how
To fix up this mess now
But I just keep thinking
If I just keep breathing
Maybe tomorrow
Will get a bit better
If better is even
A question of progress
Or progress is empty
And fading and lending
Out nothing but mere consequences
of actions
reprecussions to the atomic
Bomb that is life.

So it ends.
An explosion of ashes
and rubble and wishes
and fairy tale kisses,
regrets that are blending
with thoughts that are sinning,
burning and simmering
changing and angling
till we are all nothing
but carbon burned shadows
of memories on walls.

Goodnight.




The shadow refrence concerns the atomic bomb drop in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. When the bomb dropped, it caused the shadows to literally be burned on the wall, so while the people were dead, there shadows were there eternally.

Hooray! (kind of?)


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