[x] Other Side [x]

[iKero-chu™]

As I sit here and ponder, I can't help but wonder.
If I fell across to the other side of the world, would anyone notice?
When I've fallen down, would they reliaze a mind that has been torn asunder?

How quick would they reliaze I could not be found,
that I've went down a sort of rabbit hole,
that my absence might be profound.

Might it take mintes, might it take hours, might it takes years?
Suppose it would really matter for how much I've done here.

And when and if they'd find out, what would be going through their heads?
"She did it for attention", "She did for shes insane", "She did it because of me."
Is that what would they think while lying in their beds?

No matter these thoughts for this situation did not occur,
because it only happend in my dreams,
but I can only wonder how it would be if it were.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

The rhythm's a bit clumsy and stumbles over itself, and it's an idea done to death a dozen times since I'm pretty sure everyone goes through depression at some point.

BUT there's some cool ideas there. The rabbit hole, the differing opinions of people outside of yourself which is somethign that most poems like this gloss over.

all in all it's pretty good. It wont shake the ground, but it doesnt deserve a thrashing, which is far better than most people can manage.