Not Done Yet

“Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves.” -The First History of Man

I’m Getting Up

Not Even Close

To Being Finished

Slowly I rise

Riding Down Fast

Brakes Are a Ghost

Swept By The Wind

So Take My Eyes

And Take Out Yours

Crammed In Your Skull

Replaced With Mine

I Stare at The Stars

I’ve Won This War

Passed This Ordeal

With a Flick Of The Wrist

I Light My Cigar

Don’t Relax For Long

Adrenaline Doesn’t Set

I Hop On Again

I’m Not Done Yet

Author's Note

Just got the feeling to make this poem. It has a basic rhythm and form, so nothing too fancy. Looking for critical feedback though. Thanks!

-Noah

Reviews

[BlaqkShadow]

I love this poem, the feel of exhilaration when reading it is very profound, more moments in life need to be like this. I adore the line "the brakes are ghosts", it shows both a lack of control and a want for freedom. It also makes me feel like anything can be fought past. Thank you for this.

[nk36n37e]

Thank you for your review! And I appreciate that that line caught your attention. I sepent about 5 minutes deleting it and rewriting that line and that paragraph until it felt right. I put a lot of thought in these, so thank you for your feedback.
-Noah

[MelissaAndres]

To me, this poem shows tenacity. You want to keep going until your deed has been done to your satisfaction and you want others to know that as well. Good job, Noah!

[nk36n37e]

Thank you so much for your review! Your feedback is very helpful!

-Noah

[MelissaAndres]

You're very welcome!