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..
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Author:
Miss Pain (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2021 18:50
- Comment from author about the poem: created for art show
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And a rewrite would not have worked, I suspect....
Any detail available with respect to the art-show and its relationship to the poem?
its a work in progress show is dec. 8th
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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