Crow thepoet

Silver Star - 3,325 Points (May 25th,1995)

Break - Poem by Crow thepoet

Break for it
I had to make a break for it
had to leave
I felt like I didn't belong there
I felt the anxiety rising in my chest
I felt the anger boiling but a willingness to just get away
so with a forceful, disappointed look
I walk away, a look of disdain
I walk away, now a look of concern
Should I walk back and say what I need to say
or should I just save it
should I just let it roll of my shoulder
but the anxiety rose faster than my left foot
and the will to turn around
was met with a will to run
so at breakneck speed I'm gone
I'm gone
down the street, past the store
past the speeding cars next to me
while the words of triple blonde party
rings in the background of my mind
I guess I'm a loser
I'm a loser...
This whole week is a just a slap to the face
a homemade device to try and keep me down
keep me in line
a warden who tried to break me
and would claim fame for turning a criminal to a saint
This way, I guess I have felt before
This feeling, I've been trying to turn it around for weeks
but my reward is no progress
Can time reverse itself
Everything I stretch for
is a few fingers out of reach
so I guess this is where the story ends
I guess this is where the ending begins
for I stretch for a better ending
the perfect cliffhanger
the perfect period
but what I'm searching for
is just out of reach
so I'll say good night for a better tomorrow
please will you allow my wish to come true
If not, well I don't blame you
and know I don't hate you
whoever you may be
just carry some sympathy for me

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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