A Poem by Samantha Koshiol

Circa 2011. Lots of lovely depressing pieces from that era. This is one of them.


Maybe it's the leaves falling,

Maybe it's the distance from her,

Maybe it's the restlessness that won't go away,

Or maybe it's the lack of food I've eaten today.

Or could it be the cigarettes I smoked?

Or the coffee I didn't drink?

Is it the oxygen as it hits my throat?

Maybe I can't feel.

Maybe it's because I'm numb.

Maybe I'm feeling way too much.

Maybe I'm just ready to be done.

© 2012 Samantha Koshiol

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Added on November 27, 2012
Last Updated on November 27, 2012


Samantha Koshiol
Samantha Koshiol

Born in St. Paul, but proud Sicilian., MN

This St. Paul native, finds herself crazy. I was once told: "Everyone is crazy, those who admit they are, are. Those in denial are the ones we should be worried about" more..