Breakdown

Rating: 5.0

Sitting on the bus ride home
Walking toward the door
I’m waiting for that moment
Falling to the floor…
Step inside the door
Falling to my knees
The tears start to flow
I’m waiting for this moment

The world seems to close
All goes ablaze
The moment is so close
I feel the breeze blow
I’m heading for the breakdown
Bending toward my toes
Fallen to my knees
Tears start to flow
I’m a broken show

The moment is here
I’m now in my car?
Driving down the road?
I pass the bar
Don’t know were I’m going
Or what I’ll leave behind
The bridge is up ahead
I’m running out of time
The breakdown is mine.

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Great Write! Great Read!

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Linda Weischedel 05 October 2008

Trying to find out just what was your breakdown? Good poem.....

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Wandering Scarlet 26 April 2008

metnal breakdown? lol im kidding. liked it, good job

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Chilee Tipton 09 February 2008

you werent talkin about suicide here were you?

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