27 January 2010

And so it begins...

As i woke,
i wished i had not spoke,
and hoped for a way to escape.

but there was no portal, no well, no train,
to take me away form it all,
there was no prince, or mysterious hero,
to wisk me away from this world.

And so it begins...

i stopped breathing as we drove in the gates
that to me seemed to loom over head.
like tall dark city gates,
of all my nighmares.

a storm seemed to riegn over head,
and i swear i heard thunder above us,
as i got out of the car, and walked around,
trying to put on a brave face.

And so it begins...

i found my classroom, saw my friends,
and it started to look up,
only to be pushed back down,

by thoughts of doubt and regret.

should i have chosen differently,
what should i have done,
my head spun and my legs shook,
and the heat stopped my from having any fun.

And so it begins...

now i feel this dread,

like i want to scream and cry,
and it won't go away,
no matter how i try.


 school well done,
you've made my day,
i tried to welcome grade 11 with open arms
but now i wish it would go away.

 And so it begins...

2 comments:

  1. Love it.
    Especially the growing theme of 'and so it begins', it ties the poem together nicely.
    When you write poetry, try and say it aloud or in your head so you can make sure you get the same kinda amounts of syllables in each sentence and verse.
    I enjoyed reading it. :)

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