The Key

Written in 6th grade.

You are the key

to my heart,

my soul,

to eternity,

to life.

I am dead,

that’s what I thought.

I don’t know why

I’m holding on

till the very last second.

I cannot,

I must not

give up.

I need you,

and now is the time.

I still have time,

but the clock is ticking.

The days pass by,

months,

soon years,

maybe eternity,

sitting lifeless,

till the very last second

when I find you,

the key to the world,

then I will slowly

heal

and be born again.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Yes... this is a perfect entry for the "Bad Poems Need Love Too" contest! Makes me want to wallow into the black despair armed with a banana peel!

[Lindsay.]

I love it. It expresses pain and sorrow, but then it shows that you're fighting it and you're not letting it consume you...

On another note not related to this: I have a story idea, but I'm not going to do it for NaNo. XD

[C Lee]

Never give up indeed. Congrats on the placement in fighting depression contest. It is definitely a cycle and you express the ultimate out come in the last line of this piece. Well done.

[Rei]

This poem screamed powerful with emotions of despare. You are wise beyond your age. I absolutely loved it!