Rock Bottom

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Hard to believe July is over,
The year over halfway gone.
Seven months marked by Sharpie,
Upon the cinder-block wall, drawn.

Surroundings noisy and dusty,
The setting gray and drab.
The populace and climate stormy,
My bed a mat and a slab.

Try to shut out the voices so angry,
Think about freedom again.
Close my eyes and see sunshine,
Focus on a smile, taste champagne.

Out there is rebirth, renewal,
Beyond these bars a second chance.
Only a few more months now,
Time to make extensive plans.

Never again will I mess up royally,
No more bad choices to make.
This life is best spent in happiness,
The world my oyster to take.

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  1. Avatar Angela LaFey

    I like the idea of the poem, but I think some of the words distract from what the poem is actually trying to say.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    That’s probably because I wrote half of it on the fly, and half of it days ago. :P

  3. Avatar remembrancer

    I like that this poem is so hopeful. The first line of the last stanza stuck in my head, I think because of the phrasing. I think it was more casual than I was expecting. That being said, I’m impressed you wrote this on the fly.

  4. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    I always spin things with some hope.. and thanks for your kind words! Maybe that is what bugs Angela, that it wasn’t all dark and moody and brooding.

  5. Avatar As Large as Alone

    It’s like a set of new year’s resolutions but at the midpoint of the year. Remember that it takes a noble person to screw up royally. Or is that wrong? I may have screwed up peasantly…

  6. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Lovely though tragic pondering in the stillness. For me the last line suggests some future tragedy, that he is perhaps overly optimistic or he is literally going to go out taking what he feels the world owes him. Maybe I’m reading into it or just feeling pessimistic and dark today.

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