S U C K E D I N Poem by Leslie Ching

S U C K E D I N



Angry voices
Muted
Through the thin,
Wooden walls
Making my mind
Spin in circles
In turmoil
Making my blood
Run cold
Through my veins
Making me feel
As if
My heart
Were
D
A
N
G
L
I
N
G
On a
Hair-thin
Piece of thread
Over a huge,
Dark
Yawning hole
Only
Just
About
To plunge
Into
Its black
Bottomless
Depths

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny H 27 September 2009

I love the way you write the format of your poems are brilliant

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Leslie Ching

Leslie Ching

Toronto, ON, Canada
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