Shadow
of my spirit
what a weak thing you are.
I cry for you mirror my soul
and everything that I have done years past.
What a nightmare I have now made
with darkness of my mind
I leave not but
shadow
Author notes
This is an assignment Rictameter from a class I recently took from a-bear.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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HOODWINKED!
This poem is eerie, the stark reality of a life that has missed its mark. Lifes accomplishments reduced to a mere shadow, a sad thought. Good use of the Rictameter form.
You have been Hoodwinked today by your Poetic Bandit family because WE CARE!
Brother Dennis



