Across the Broken Fields.

so, let's see.
i already have a xanga [brokenfieldspoetry] but maybe i'll stay over here. =]
i like, no, need to write. i'd curl up and die if you took away my paper and pen. so, that's what you'll see here. poems, songs, ramblings.

let's start here. i wrote this a couple weeks ago, before school started. and nothing much has changed since then. one high- but then came crashing down as usual. now i'm stuck here. apathy, maybe? or oblivious? i don't know. but i'm thinking i don't like it.

Rag Doll

A rag doll, tossed in the ocean
Beaten by each oncoming wave
Swept from current to current

I drift in and out of consciousness
Never knowing what is fact or fiction
Never knowing who is friend and who is foe

I'm thrown around like dead weight
Known as a 'thing'
No longer human

I hold my breath, reach for the surface
Hoping to find a ray of light
Maybe hope traced in tears

But I only fall further
Hitting harder each time
Each breath coming closer to death

When will it end?
I cry
Why do You not respond?

One can only take so many thrashings
Burdened by the guilt and the shame
Most could never stand long

I scream, "Rescue me"
But any hope returns empty
Bouncing off the hollow walls

Why do You leave me here?
Why must it happen?

Is this some cruel joke?
Because I know I can't survive any longer.

-kadi.