The Poetry Marathon

Bitter Endings

Too bright the light

For these old eyes

They see only darkness now

Turn down the sun

Let light be damned

Let dawn await my dusk

 

Too fast the world

For these old bones

They seek only comfort now

Turn off the gears

Let progress pause

Hold tomorrow ‘til my day is done

 

Too cold the wind

For this old skin

Worn thin as paper now

Turn up the heat

Let oceans rise

Someone else will pay my bill

 

Too strange the times

For this old mind

It cannot comprehend

Turn back the clock

Undo the lies

The truest way is mine

 

Turn down, turn off

Turn up, turn back

What harm?

I’ll be gone soon

 

Too bright, too fast

Too cold, too strange

Though it may be

Too late for you

Aha! I can post now.

Erm… I mean, hello!

My name is Christina and I am from Ohio, but living in England. I’ve been writing/storytelling and drawing for pretty much as long as I can remember. I learned to read early on and was able to learn writing technique by copying how it was done in books. I thought it was a no-brainer. Writing is the only potential career that I am both suited to and have a desire for. I’m hoping this challenge will help me launch.
This is my first year participating in (and simply being aware of) the marathon. I’m diving in head first with the full 24 hour run. If you are not yet sure that I am insane, let me take this opportunity to tell you that poetry is my most neglected form of writing, both in study and in practice. I have hitherto focused on prose. When I think about it, free form can be a meeting of prose and verse… but that doesn’t help much as I don’t do a lot of it.

Anyway, wish me luck!