The Poet

Miss Pain

She wanted them to know

So she read them her poem

They wanted more and 

It became a chore

So she curled up on the floor

 

Started a new rhyme

For herself 

But she missed the light

That shines so bright 

Of lime

 

She made up her mind

She would publish it this time

Collected her letters and scraps 

Found his office on the map

 

Went walking in the wind

Not knowing the trouble she was in

She tripped and fell

Her poem did as well

 

Laying in the wet gutter

Pages Blowing around like clutter 

She tried to save them

But the devil was within

 

Her every movement heavy like a sin

The pages washed away

But In the mud the words did stay

Written in a curious black ink

 

It said I wanted them to know what I think..

  • Author: Miss Pain (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2021 18:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: created for art show
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    And a rewrite would not have worked, I suspect....
    Any detail available with respect to the art-show and its relationship to the poem?

    • Miss Pain

      its a work in progress show is dec. 8th

    • Nicholas Browning

      I one time wrote a poem that was 6 stanzas long, and all the stanzas were 6 lines. After I was done, I pressed some random keys on my keyboard and closed the page before saving. I had to rewrite it from memory and it was painful. Your post has brought back some trauma xD Feels like a clever poem with a sinister tone. My condolences for the lost words Comrade.



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