It’s been there since I was a kid.
The wooden boards are rough and unkempt
I’ve gotten my fair share of splinters from those boards.
We would host parties and dinners outside.
The kids dared each other to jump into the lake
when parents weren’t looking.
I found sanctuary under the pier’s trellis.
At night I would follow the lights to the edge
And look out over the dark expanse, and wonder to myself:
“Would they notice if their child was gone?”
“How deep does the lake go?”
I never jumped or gave in to peer pressure.
I just walked onto the pier one night
and didn’t stop when I got to the water's edge.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2023 11:25
- Comment from author about the poem: What would this be classified as? Created: 1/19/23 Visual prompt: the photo attached.
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Comments1
Doesn't require a classification to my mind - it is a great introduction to a much longer story......
Thanks. Idk the next time I’ll attempt a full story.
Don't have to - was just in my mind. Story with loose ends is as good as any......
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