SKipS oN thE RecorD

by ALEX   Jun 1, 2008


This existential
anxiety has got
the best of me,
truly, it's like
a record that's been
playing endlessly
in my head.
These thoughts repeat
mostly at night
when I'm in bed.
The sky is opening up,
and I'm afraid I
might be dead.
The halls of heaven collide
with ones I walk
each day in school.
If I checked my
breathing, I would know
that I'd been fooled.
This place is as
I left it, what a
pity, nothing's changed.
so why not flip the
vinyl, and restart
this fragile game?

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  • 15 years ago

    by H E Losey

    Your theme is interesting in comparing school/life to a skipping record. This could be a very good write. Your rhythm was difficult to pick up due, I feel, to structure and the way your rhyme scheme fluctuated or miss rhymed. Sometimes I think we are in a hurry to get our words/thoughts seen so we don't do enough proofing of our work.
    As always an opinion.

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