- HubPages»
- Books, Literature, and Writing»
- Poems & Poetry
The Tiny Island
This place it is not LONG
in actuality, my thoughts are as follows
it is very tiny, miniscule, and shrinking daily
I'm an ant
climbing over peoples heads to survive
an Island "they" say
Ha! Well your wrong Mr. Encyclopedia
To me
living here
on this dot of a place
gets me exasperated with every breathe I take
the trip to buy groceries alone
causes my temples to rupture with internal bleeding
on the verge of human combustion
as I make that first step onto the pavement
DEATH by asphyxiation
So please
I'm begging, pleading, and warning
you, or anyone who asks
"How is it out there?!"
Residents of the 5 boroughs
Please , please, please! DO NOT come here
you will realize within 1.5 seconds
that it is not a LONG Island
it is in fact a small place where rabbits crawl under
A very SHORT Island
that is disintegrating into thin air
So if you still want to come here
RUN in lightning speed
because lots are filling
before you can even say
MAMA!
Comments
ib radmaster, if you listen to danijean99s poem you could clearly see that she/he has been on that Island for so long that it has shrunk to her in size. You remember going somewhere when you were a kid, you thought the place was huge!!! When ya went back as adult ya realize it is actually a very tiny place......Well with a poem like this ya just gotta think about it. 120 miles can become very small if you have spent your whole life feeling trapped.
120 miles is not a short island.
Sounds like a sad place?