It cowers from far inside of me,
Showing deep-seeded weakness and fear.
Pushing meek stumbling words out of me.
Speaking to you and only you.
It was always an awfully disastrous organ,
Often splitting in two or sinking into my stomach.
Never really showing me any support,
Letting me fall into the corners of myself.
But even though it throws me to the ropes
I could never quite leave it behind.
My mind and body beg for me to release it
But my stomach has somehow found it to be a friend
So I think I'll let it stay.
For at least one more round.
Author notes
A contest entry
- originality with hearts- can you break a cliche in less than 20 lines? by shadowedlight.
300 points, ended December 2, 2006, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be soul-crushingly honest please!
Comments
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i love the line "Often splitting in two or sinking into my stomach" - it is not super original, but i defintly related.
i like also like the ending couplet,
but i think it should be reworded a little bit,
maybe something like this:
"So I think I'll let it stay-
At least for one more round"
just a suggestion
I thought the last two lines of the third stanza created a nice twist, but could be phrased a bit better.
thanks for entering
~Clar
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