Day one was full of sun
Day two had made it through
Day three was on its knees
Day four didn’t want anymore
Day five never made it out alive
I tired to make it rhyme, didn’t come out so great, but I still liked it. And the weird thing about this poem is that I didn’t even have to think so hard about it, I just wrote what came to mind.
When you read this poem, what were you picturing or thinking of? (Just wondering)
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I was picturing me, first day happy and all, then following days it gets harder and harder for me to not give up hope, and on the fifth day i give up…
One interpretation is that it’s a five-day summary of a lifetime.
Childhood was full of sun because the person hadn’t fully learned how bad the world is,
Teenage years and 20’s, they “made it through” high school and college,
In the 30’s they were on their knees begging for things to get better,
And somewhere in the next few years they realized they couldn’t handle any of it any more and on the “last day” they didn’t make it out alive.
I like it, definitely can relate to it!
Sometimes it describes my week; day five doesn’t happen and I try again…sometimes at day one, but mostly days three and four just repeating in a vicious loop – other times, it describes the hours, sometimes down to the minutes.
Each move as arduous as the next | One breath at a time
Well written.
It made me think of my limp and lightless body. Dangling from the rope I have tied to the support system in my room.
It made me feel so much more in peace.