Blackout Poetry 2

Poems: 

I'm tired,
pale,
deep, 
and empty. 


I nod. 
I shrug. 
I shake my head. 
I want to tell him. 
But I can't. I just can't. 
 

Geri

MD

17 years old

More by Geri

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.