I; am in the angle of
Depression.
Full-stops follow me. but there are none in the equation no equation
An angle; two angles, the angle; my angle your angle the angle of angels
The angle of my phone screen on the angle of depression
But I will imagine a crowd on the edge, their faces angled towards me;
Theirs' the angle of elevation, mine the angle of an angle towards the angle of another angle of depression
The night i snuck out, the elevator a 90 degree angel of angles, i saw
The reaper in the cobwebbed windows, she said:
The angels will come down, if I looked into the angle;
But I failed the mathematics exam, took a picture with my smartphone, angled as close to ‘back’ as i did, the grimy button
1 photo 4AM
Sent the reaper my angle, she nodded yes.
But I was scared so scared real scared and I saw the angle and I stood over it, watched, wept my tears into the triangle, filled it up whole. The cowardly devil said to go, but the angle of depression kept me trapped, and the angel told me to see, see
The reaper pointed my head to the sky;
Lifted;
An angle of elevation,
As I jumped the angle of depression,
And the angle
Of home,
90 degrees that brought me back to heaven.
- Author: fkoshk (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2023 07:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Made this one a while back. Most poems I post here are. I was "doing" math and I got real existential. Probably says something about my attitude towards mathematics and the education system, haha. I've got a funny story to share about suicide and math but that's a tad personal so maybe not today. Have a pleasant day, friend. I am a horrendous student.
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