Change Revised Poem by Sarah Sisson

Change Revised

Rating: 4.5


I've changed a little here and there.
There are less people I do scare.

My mom would find me on the floor
with ripped up clothes I know I tore.

While reckless thoughts went though my head.
I implemented them, no bed...

...did I go to, I stayed up late
to have mania, seal my fate...

...of crazy motions, choices too
I was so wrong my whistle blew.

And those that saw were so aware
that I was sick. The things I dare...

...to do were massive, luck was mine
because I had relations, kind...

...and not so gentle when they took
me out to pasture, world they shook...

...was mine. I needed lots of care
to bring me back to life. This tare...

...on my shirt reminds me of that.
The day I changed. The day I sat...

...and thought I about what I must loose.
The mania I could not choose.

Copyright 01-13-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
~ Jon London ~ 13 January 2009

I loved the raw emotion of this poem Sarah, It's a thriller of passionate lines that drip down the page.....wonderful 10 Keep expressing Jon London

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Sadiqullah Khan 15 January 2009

Each two liner gives a separate image and emotions like a plain talk, , good poetry Sarah, , , a 10

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Jeannette Moreno Mcneill 19 January 2009

I havve read your poem and liked it! Thank you for inviting me to read it.

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Indira Babbellapati 16 January 2009

to recapitulate the different changes we undergo shows where we r this moment...

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C. P. Sharma 15 January 2009

Achange is ever under revision Each moment a new life envision Normal behavior is artificiality galore Deviations from it the truth explore CP

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Ivor Hogg 15 January 2009

Bi polarity is not so easy to bear Manic phase can be productive, the downside destructive But they are only extremes of normal behaviour. You can regainn control

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Shrini Deewana 15 January 2009

Sarah, Your Change touched my heart and soul. Keep writing

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