the beat-down
occurs every month
same time
no alleviation
pummels me into a pulp
scorches my soul
i'm left blind
in one eye
but
here i am again
waiting patiently
for it to strike
wonder why
this life-cycle
has no foreseeable end
just wonder
nothing i can do
to change this happenstance
it's out of my control
i accept that
wish i had
weapons of mass destruction
then, without hesitation
i'd gladly retaliate
A contest entry
- For My Favorites Only by Nam.
375 points, ended April 12, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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this is a oscar write dear and u captured every word very poetically. i enjoy the 2 pieces i have read on you so far just keep writing
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so . what re you playing!! i liked the words but i cant think of what you were playing that you hate so much. i bet you its right there in front of me.
great write.
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