Rot Poem by Jack Wakefield

Rot

Rating: 4.8


I often dream I'm falling asleep
Stepping stones,
Taking roads far too steep

I wish that day was more like night
Careless rustles,
Awake, forseen to gloom's delight

I sit and wonder, ponder truth
Sight sunken,
Curious tho, blessed youth

I think of things I wish I said
Stepping stones
I wished, I wasn't dead.

Thursday, June 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fear,loneliness,pain,regret,sleep,struggle,suicide,youth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
One's struggle with things that are to come.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 08 March 2018

A good start with a nice poem, Jack W. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.

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Kelly Kurt 16 June 2016

Nicely written piece, Jack. Thanks

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Andrea Blooms Isabel 16 June 2016

Deep and sad.. Keep going.

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Geoffrey Fafard 16 June 2016

First poem on PH. Jack…Intense, sad, deep and good.Well written it awakens those senses it is supposed to.Keep writing.It will be good to read more….cheers geoffrey.

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