Sestina Goodbye Poems | Sestina Poems About Goodbye

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Details | Sestina |

Life Lesson

                                   
I love being young, getting to ride the roller coasters.
The sound, tick, tick, tick, tick-like a heartbeat racing to the top.
Then, surprised even when you know it’s coming, dropped into the abyss.
Something always pulls it down, like gravity.
It’s frustrating, riding something so close to being dead.
So far away but still so close, seating rows.

I hate being so close to, yet so far from the row.
She was in with me on this roller coaster.
Adrenaline rushed my body so fast almost leaving me dead.
The blood flowed so fast emphasizing the highs of the top.
But something keeps pulling me down, gravity.
Here I am again, back in the abyss.

In the ride, weeks of no communication, the beginning of the end, the abyss.
The scariest. My worst fear of my youth. Looking back at the rows,
I see her, with my own image, my heart sinks more. I hate you gravity.
But it’s the only thing that fuels the roller coaster.
Nothing makes me happier than bringing it back to the top.
Let’s hope this isn’t so abrupt, so fast, like the last one, leaving me dead.

How I hope so much, so much hope still not dead.
The heart, the love, the eternal abyss.
Strikes me back with enough momentum to reach the top.
Lines, love, flashing like an old film, with rows.
Showing me a movie, reminding me of, a roller coaster.
The movie explained that the only thing that keeps it going is gravity.

Thank you gravity.
My worries are gone and dead.
Just accept it, and love the roller coaster.
Appreciate the loneliness of the abyss.
The reason you’re here is for the ride, not the rows.
I just want to enjoy the youth and its happy tops.

This coaster, like love has its tops.
But something brings it down like gravity.
Distanced with rows,
Never seeing her again, thinking she’s dead.
But deeper and deeper coming out of the abyss.
The complicated life of the young, the love of roller coasters.

Get on the roller coaster, rise to the top.
Don't worry about the drop to the abyss, It’s because of gravity
That you’re not dead, and I don't care about the rows.

Copyright © Marcus Jjaks Reyes | Year Posted 2013



Details | Sestina |

Sestina For the Stranger Reading This

As I walk past, somebody
tries to scream, “Save
Me!” My heart beats faster. Me,
myself, and I
like we are the ones. Am 
I scared? 

Yes. More scared
Than the somebody
In the alleyway. Am
I walking faster? Yes. Trying to save 
myself for I 
don’t know what is in store for me.

What is going to happen to me?
For if I’m too scared
To move on, am I
too dumb to ask somebody
To help me save 
myself? I am.

Sometimes I am 
too busy to care for me.
I am too confused to save
myself. Too scared 
to stop myself for somebody
may not see that I

need them and I 
may be stuck and am 
very cold and lonely that not even somebody 
With a blanket and a puppy can warm me.
The life I lead, how scared I
may be, is too much for somebody to save
 
me. To save 
myself is too hard for I
am too scared
To ask for help. How am
I so stupid? Too scared to save me.
I just need somebody.

Somebody save me.
I am scared.

Copyright © Brianna Hollister | Year Posted 2017