We try to define
the undefinable
we try to deny
the undeniable,
yet when we belive
what we very well
can't see
how can we be considered sane?
We cling to life
we cling to strife
wearing our pain
we constantly complain
how can we
really be free
if you can't let go?
Let go of rage
of lengthening age
of lines and worry
That make all else blurry
We seperate ourselves
And put our hearts on shelves
And we're never done
Till all else is gone.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is very good, you kept it simple, that really helped - good message underneath, deserves more reads.
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Superb
Very well written, indeed. I found your imagery, rhythm and rhyme to be fine. Thanks for sharing this one. I really liked it. -
Excellant/intriguing/unique
Wow, a terrific write; with vivid imagery, and fine rhythm and rhyme. I really like it just as it is.
Thanks for sharing this one.
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