They said write poetry to explain how you feel. Let it out, let if flow, let it free.
Let it go.

So I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote. I wrote of heartache, wrote of pain, of love, of loss,
of sunshine, of rain. I wrote of small things and of large, life changing moments and driving in cars. I wrote
out my life under Untitled – Notepad and let it all go, let if flow, let it free.

They said let it go.

So I could write of today, I guess. I could write of my helplessness. Holding you, your screams. Promises
it won’t be okay, it’ll never be okay – how could it ever be okay? My sister is dying!

So angry. The terror. The screams. Crying yourself hoarse, beating your fists on my shoulders,

Helpless. Nothing to say, what could ever help?

Can I give you answers? Could I write them? Could I plead? Please, we love you too much. Don’t die.
Don’t die don’t die
please don’t die.

Bitten lips, twisting fingers, gripping fists, shaking legs. Fingers snapping the pen with the

Breaking point, stretched out to breaking point, too tightly wound you said. Tightly wound. Like a spring
all coiled up and just waiting to snap


spring out let go spring out spring free


Ask for answers you said where are the answers. My sister is dying, how can you say that so easily?
It’s not easy, it’s numb with repetition.

Children are dying for government cuts. Asking why the world is falling now. Why should all this
burden fall on you?
Why does no one listen?
And I don’t have any answers, but that I would gladly take some of your burden
just to help you,
please to help, I cannot help.

Self perpetuating two party system you cross it out and write pain.

Scream why the government can do this.

Scream why the lies can do this.

Scream why the world can do this.

Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream.

Just scream. Keep screaming.

Just keep screaming.

and if you don’t change your situation, then you’ll die, don’t die, don’t die. Please don’t die



Joined June 2008

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This formatting really sucks D:

Or at least, I suck at it. The poem space should be wider… it’s a wide poem.

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