poetry critical

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Random Poem:


It seemed he was always a work in progress.
That was just the way it was. People would
write on him like he was a blank slate
desiring a personality lift,
a useless calendar. They wrote a lot on him,
usually signatures, or little comments like
that you could find on the cast of a person
who broke his arm.
He wished he could see them.
He didn’t change much during the course of
all of this. It didn’t matter how many times
people wrote books of instructions for him
to operate on. Nothing went through.
When he dreamed, all he saw was them. He
yearned to join them, he needed them.
“Rick, you have to come now.
It’s too late to go back.”
They yelled at him to cross the rickety bridge,
but he couldn’t, even though he wanted to
see them.
They kept telling him to take a chance, to make
a choice. How bad did he want to see them?
He heard their screams, the raging water below.
“Rick, you have to come now—”
He tried. But he couldn’t do it. It seemed he
tried, time and time again, but to no avail,
surely they knew he would fail. He didn’t
deserve them: “Rick—”
He moved, exiting his paralysis. He saw them,
needed to be with them,
heard cracking wood. Kept moving. Heard the
water below, heard that endless cracking, and
the air enveloping him …
They were all looking down on him. He was wet
in his own sweat. His pulse rate accelerating.
His coma had snapped.

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