When I slumped down and hit
the cold hard floor of my
kitchen, at least I could
find solace in the fact
there was no further to fall.
I pressed my head against
the cabinet that won’t close -
too many pans and pots
inside, we filled it to
the brim so it just creaks.
I pressed my face against
the white door, and I cried.
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Author:
taylorlikeswift (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2023 16:44
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this deciding that I felt like using an unusual meter and I wanted to get it on the page ASAP. I achieved both of those things - this poem is in iambic trimeter and I wrote it in 5 minutes flat. I hope someone else can find solace in my words.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Truthful words. I have shared these moments.
Fantastic work. Very relatable.
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