A numbers game

January 8, 2014

One... Two...

I love you and I don't know what to do

Three... Four...

Fear is at my very core and you can't escape this hot war

Five... Six...

I don't have a bag of tricks and I'm sorry, there is no fix

Seven... Eight...

I hate when they say its fate and I was just really too late

Nine...Ten...

I hope to one day see you again and I will miss you till then

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.