Unfortunately, he had nothing to say.
And it was on that day, that he opened the window,
Looked outside, and shot himself just below the heart
Would it have made a difference?
A poet with nothing to say has no place
A mask with no face, suspended lace
Has no place
Would it have made a difference?
I would listen if not suspended in space
No medium for sound to trace
No lines to follow to my drums
But one must succumb
An empty chamber wasn’t the best way to describe it
It was too cliché
Would it have made a difference,
If he had nothing to say?
His last poem was a killer
And read as such:
As a poet with nothing to say,
I have only one thing to say
These are my last breaths
Cliché, I know, but such is death
Please, remove my heart
With it will release no art
No beauty, no
Solemnity, though
Somnambulant will be my poetry.
A contest entry
- Murder by Blossom.
350 points, ended May 3, 2007, 20 entries
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Comments
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Looked outside, and shot himself just below the heart
Would it have made a difference?
Fantastic line, as was the end.
No lines to follow to my drums
But one must succumb
Weak- fix it. -
I like it. Very nice. I like the way you said that it's cliche, because it's very true. I loved how you linked the poetry to somnambulation. Again, Very nice. Thanks for entering!!
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