I cringe at this sight of his dark cold eyes,
hoping, praying he beholds disguise.
I find no truth through hardened lies,
slowly serenity in me dies.
My heart thumps fast with anxious rage,
fighting to be freed from this binding cage.
I try to find the lighted stage,
but still within me I feel fear engage.
There he stands in front of me,
of my fury he is key.
Manhood the devil of this ballet,
haunting me with every day.
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Comments
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I do like this new last line better. It has a better flow. I'm glad you changed it.
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This is a very good poem, but I found it odd that the rhyme scheme of the last stanza didn't match that of the first and second. Nonetheless, you've made it to the finalist's list.
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I just changed my last line and thanks for puttng me in the finalists
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