This is a poem i wrote while i was watching a football game on television (Football as in AFL, not soccer). As you may quickly notice, it has nothing whatsoever to do with football. I saw one of the players get winded and i remembered that feeling from when i was a kid. My brother did it to me once and i will never forget how... well, helpless, i felt. It was horrible.
Helpless
It hits you,
It hits you hard and you fall.
You go somewhere dark,
Somewhere where the light recedes
And
Leaves you in the black;
Scared, alone.
Can’t breathe,
Can’t talk,
Can’t scream.
You’re just;
Helpless.
© Copyright Amber Hinds 2006
3 comments:
I've read this one, I'm sure of it...
You haven't read it, Gregory, but you have heard it... I recited some to you, remember? Only it wasn't in full... couldn't remember it..
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I am not an American either, I see you are an Aussie girl :-)
The particular song -- Born in the USA -- is so anti-american establishment.
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