Was it worth it
Did I take your pain
Or was that too all in vain
Was it worth it
Me being so tender and small
Still your bare hands showing me no remorse at all
Was it worth it
Seeing my lifeless body dangle from that tree
Or will you turn to ignore me
Was it worth it
Was I really that bad
That you had no choice but to manhandle me instead
I now turn to you
Do not dare to walk away
Face your reflection
Or I will send my double
To teach you that way
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Author:
m.j.beek (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my poem written as a reaction to The black cat by Edgar Allan Poe
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Meow. Wildly, this response to Poe's oddly culls to mind my own none too private determination to leave my ghost to haunt all mine enemies until they repent of their wickedness, as if such could ever be in truth.
Ghastly and macabre like his work can seem, how beautifully you've rendered this with grimly haunting poignancy as aught to be, and oh! Me likes! Thank you for sharing.
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