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Is This A Test?written by: Victoria MayaI'm slipping down I can feel it Something has a grip on me Every corner I turn, a new stone is thrown at me I'm ducking and diving in this period of my life I'm paying for the sins of my parents and the sins of my own I have to pay a hefty toll. I'm like a statue of clay not yet fired in the kiln I am about to break up into sand I'm chipping and falling apart Perhaps my life is going to end Or is this just the beginning? My heart is like an open door Cold wind rushing in stirring up the papers of my memories I try to pick them up and they are out of order My mind is like the ruins of a tornado Structures are destroyed and yet some stand untouched This is like when two are in a field and one is taken and the other is left behind. Such as life and death. How hard must one try to get ahead of the game? Should I sink battleships to destroy my enemy? How many hearts do I have to break before mine is unbroken? How high do I have to climb a tree before I fall down? Why must I live to die in the end? Is this a test? Or is this a quest? Did I do my best? It feels like my soul is under arrest. This is why I am depressed. 11/29/2004 Are you a poet?Send a poem to us and have your poetry showcased on this site.Click here to submit your poem. All poems will be reviewed. All authors will receive full credits. |