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To Fall Down The Rabbit Hole

Contributed by JJAA_91 on Wednesday, 10th November 2010 @ 06:57:32 AM in AEST
Topic: obsession

We meet for the first time,
I remember, we were nine.
Laughing, playing, joking,
only until the school bells chime,
then its home until next morning.

Three or so years go by.
Eventful years, how time flies.
Growing and maturing.
Everyday we had said goodbye,
and more I looked forward 'til morning.

I cannot sleep at night.
Much on my mind, with it I fight.
The laughing and joking
we shared I find I hold too tight
Day just doesnt seem to be dawning.

'Boys like girls' people say.
I cant agree, no not today.
Playing turned to hiding
though I struggle to stay away.
I think of you so much its fright'ning.

The first thing on my mind,
also the last, starting to grind.
Feelings are confusing
but they shout very loud I find.
Love, it's hard to remain ignoring.

A few more years have past.
Difficult years, didnt go fast.
Too hard to keep meeting.
Upon my flesh scars have been cast,
Josh, its you who I am mourning.

We meet for the last time.
It is the end, you cant be mine.
Crying, screaming, shouting.
You've no clue why it is I whine?
No-one compares, so why stay living?

Copyright © JJAA_91 ... [ 2010-11-10 06:57:32]
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Re: To Fall Down The Rabbit Hole (User Rating: 1 )
by Song_of_Sarah on Wednesday, 12th January 2011 @ 08:09:31 PM AEST
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I loved how the first two stanzas end with a reference to morning, but after the third stanza (where "day doesn't seem to be dawning") those references stop. The more the narrator realizes and understands, the darker the poem gets. I thought it was very nice and very sad. Quite dark at the end.

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