Poe Piece

Author's Note: We were asked to write a creative/essay piece based on a Poe piece. This poem may seem like it is really depressing but that's what Edgar Allan Poe does. Majority of his pieces are about suicide or murder in addition to insanity...I don't feel like this piece is one of my best... if not one of my worst. :) Comment please though!

 

I walk outside and abruptly jolt to a stop.

For, it is what I see.

The flowers are snickering, the sun glaring.

God, this world hates me.

Looking around to confirm the truth,

And that's just what I mean.

People staring, their teeth clenched.

God, this universe hates me.

Their looks penetrate through me,

Until I am just too weak.

If this world hates me,

Why don't I just leave?

My kitchen turns from a lovely place,

To one that is of shame.

The knives taunt,  the glass persuade,

God, what is this game?

My friends turn from loving companions,

To those of despair.

Isolation and loneliness fill me now,

God-- why this flare?

Anger and revenge  replace my drought,

Of isolation and shame.

For now I realize it is not my fault,

God, help me win this game.

For if they are playing my game, and my rules,

 There is no need to grieve.

They will have to pay, the damage done.

God, mustn't they leave?