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Arianna Rice Poem
This is it
The end
I’ve no more friends
And now it all depends.
What will he do now?
There’s nothing else around
For miles and miles not even a sound.
No laughter, no people just air and ground.
We are alone.
I wish I could call,
Never realized how much I would miss it all.
There’s no point.
My soul was sold,
By no choice of my own
This society voted,
Lost in the false promises that were spoken
My heart is torn open.
I can feel it coming,
The air is thicker,
My mind is numbing
The candle lights flicker,
The ground is thrumming.
In anticipation,
For the sudden desolation
As we reach the brink
We are all going extinct.
Copyright © Arianna Rice | Year Posted 2025
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Arianna Rice Poem
I am no poet.
Deep down I know it.
My words do not rhyme,
They don’t make me laugh, or scream, or cry.
I am no poet.
I couldn’t bare if the stains on my soul were known,
Things people never knew were there.
My sadness,
My happiness,
My shame.
I stare at my notes at a loss for words,
None of these thoughts will ever be heard
for I am a coward.
And as I write this now I can only think one thing,
and will share this so everyone knows it.
I Am No Poet.
Copyright © Arianna Rice | Year Posted 2025
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