Falling down on me:

Falling down on me:

A Poem by Picture of Poetry
"

How's your life going?

"

The rain,

       now falling down on me,

              like my shameful past.

 

Yelling and screaming,

       now pouring over me,

              like my fears, anger, and pain.

 

Regretting words,

       running in my mind, over and over,

              like a broken record player.

 

The night,

       creeping closer and closer,

              like footsteps in the dark of a loner.

 

The creatures,

       crawling out from the cracks,

              like my secrets.

 

The world,

       falling and crashing down on me,

              like everything.

 

EVERYTHING,

       FALLING DOWN ON ME!

© 2008 Picture of Poetry


Author's Note

Picture of Poetry
IDK. Just read it and give me advise on it and tell me your favorite stanza. Please and thank you! :>D

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Well this just full of beautiful similes! =) My favorite stanza is, without a doubt, "The creatures, / crawling out from the cracks, / like my secrets." That's beautiful, dark, and symbolic. The idea of all of your secrets visiting you at night is scary and something that many people deal with. Very well written!


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Awesome write. Very good visual symbols. The whole thing gives a very good effect.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Well this just full of beautiful similes! =) My favorite stanza is, without a doubt, "The creatures, / crawling out from the cracks, / like my secrets." That's beautiful, dark, and symbolic. The idea of all of your secrets visiting you at night is scary and something that many people deal with. Very well written!


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Picture of Poetry
Picture of Poetry

Atlanta,, GA



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My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..

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