RuptureA Poem by Ally Charlotte PiperAnother of my poems from my Line Series (which I'm working on expanding so as to put it on as a book). A true story about the annoyance of living in an old dilapidated dormroom.Rupture It stares at me, Nay, glares at me, That gross thing across my room. Positioned just so above my dresser That I see it when I wake. Why does it bother so, That funny little nuisance? It twirls my head And nags my brain And drives me far past insane. It wasn’t there on Christmas, Not even on New Years. So between then and now Something has shoved itself Just so that I have a shelf. It’s not like it’s big. It really isn’t. I don’t know why it bothers so. But you must know It simply must go. People say that they’re portals, These slits in the wall. Others say they mean nothing at all. Frankly I don’t care. I just want it not there. Not to be punny, It drives me up a wall. That funny little ridge in the plaster Of which no grout nor paint can master. But what can I do? I’ve tried the lot, short of knocking it down. Still there is no way around. I suppose I could hang a picture, But that’s admitting defeat. Like a Roman I’ll conquer. So today I hang a picture Because yesterday I failed Once again to seal, To forever rid myself Of that ugly, little, Crack. © 2011 Ally Charlotte PiperAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 29, 2011 Last Updated on January 29, 2011 AuthorAlly Charlotte PiperCardiff, Wales, United KingdomAboutI'm fifteen, enjoy oyster crackers, apples and snoballs. Obviously, I am, or think i am, a writer. So...yeah. more..Writing
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