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Emery Feine Sep 2024
I’m drifting down this spiraling hole
My life has been taking a downward toll

These thoughts circle around me, making an ambush
Closing me in, trapping me in this mush

The wind blows my hair forward, but I can’t look back
This abyss is endless, and that is a fact

I close my eyes, darkness remaining still
This jar of guilt, remaining fill

Opening my eyes again, seeing the entrance above
Thousands of feet below the things I once loved

There’s darkness now, and soon later on
The feelings I’ve felt are now all gone

Closing my eyes once more, calmness to protect me
The ones who tried their best, their eyes I couldn’t see

I reach my hand out, asking for one last chance
Their happiness is soothing, my sorrow, a trance

I take a deep breath, and still I lie
As my guilt erases, and my world begins to die
this is the 3rd poem i’ve ever written, created on 9/29/22
Emery Feine Sep 2024
What did that darkness in her eyes really mean?
What have those eyes really seen?

Did they mean a lot of guilt?
An infection not entirely built?

Like her brain had started to melt
Like a decaying flower, slowly to wilt

She closes her eyes, giving up to this embrace
As all her memories in the past begin to erase
this was the second poem i’ve ever written, created on 9/28/22
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Did it all mean nothing, just wasted my time?
Was it all worth something, something I claimed mine?

The people I’ve met and the journey I’ve been on
Did the friendship really set, from dusk till  dawn?

From setting off fireworks on top of the school,
To happily acting like a fool,

From what I’ve learned and to I’ve bought,
There’s been a growing guilt which I have fought

What did she mean when she said, “The dark side of this place”?
What will, in the future, will I face?

Helped others but still felt the presence of wrath,
How do I know that I’m on the right path?

In the past I knew it was the eye of the storm
“I’ll find out the unknown,” I have sworn.

As learning is the only thing I find entertaining,
But in terms of my enemy, reality, there’s nothing I’m gaining

So, I look back into the past, scavenging for advice,
I hope in the future I’ll learn to think twice.
this is the first poem I’ve written, created on 9/14/22

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