Waves

An experimental poem based off of personal feelings.

Stagnant
Here
Inside this
Dilapidated prison cell
Made of things I own
I know I hold the only working key
But I can�t use it
Not right now
I know
I
Am
Too sick
To carry on
But if I don�t heal
Soon enough to fix this mess I know
I will only get worse
Can�t get worse
No longer
Will
I
Accept this
Inability to cry
I prevent myself from this
Because I�ve been told I am a weakling
I know I am strong
Just can�t see
How strong
I
Am

Author's Note

The structure of this poem is based off of the Fabbrinacci Sequence. It's a mathematical structure in which the next number in the sequence is the sum of the two previous numbers.

Reviews

[Mushion]

This is a great poem. I love how you used the sequence to make your poem look and sound like waves. Very well done :)

[Andrew - Moon Fixer]

I really enjoyed this. but i have to say the number thing went over my head. but a good piece. thank you.
Moon Fixer

[PhoeniX]

wow. i loved it!!! especially since you used fabbrinacci's number sequence. what a revolutionary idea! and the poem, it was magnificent! oh wow. i very much enjoyed it. good job!