But I’m not done yet Poem, by Rated2Real, at My poetic side

I can’t be stuck.

You run off bad luck.

But I’m not done yet.

I can’t win if you don’t ever play.

How can you win when you don’t bet?

Well then I guess I just love to lose!

I can’t stop now.

You can some how.

But I’m not done yet.

You hurry but never get.

Where are you did you forget?

Well then I stand tall in my running shoes!

I can’t hear this.

You don’t hear just pretend.

But I’m not done yet.

You say all the words I never hear.

How come I can’t find the words to say?

Well then I’m to picky for you to choose.

Comments +

sorenbarrett April 24th, 2025 16:12
I get the definite feeling of not being heard in this poem. There is the feel of agitation and aggravation and a lot of strong emotion. Well written
- Randall RacineApril 27th, 2025 00:30
  Thank you. I wanted to experiment with a different structure.

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