An angel weeps of sorrow,
as I'm blinded by your light.
You vow for stronger fervor,
but that rarely makes things right.
My tragic search for passion
has me digging through debris.
You look in my direction,
but your focus isn't me.
You pretend to see my sight,
but you're heedless to the doubt.
Things may get inside my eyes,
but tears will always push them out.
Author notes
I'm pretty much saying it's over.
TO Theory Of The Lost:
This is option number four... "eyes." I'm interested in us being brothers.
What does this poem mean to you?
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Very well written it had a great great flow to it, very strong words. I really liked the last stanza; it was a very string finish to your poem. And i would love it if you would be my brother your an excellent writer good luck in the contest!!
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been there felt that sooo many times nicely written
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Good...very well said.
Keep sharing your gift.
HENSLEY
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this is pretty good. I like how you wrote it. Keep up your good work. Best of luck in my contest.
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the last line floored me. Thanks for giving justice to tears (and the way they function).
A very good piece. Thank you for sharing.
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wow, this is a deep poem i think. i like your last line, its so true; well to me. And then how you said, "you're heedless to the doubt". thats great, seriously. i like how you used your words.
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Ahh quite sad but hey, getting over and moving on seems like a perfect solution ^^
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Beautiful! Nice job!
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Love it
A good write. Love the image of tears pushing things out of your eyes, and sight. The flow of the meter doesn't seem perfect in the last stanza, but otherwise, very good.
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Yeah... I knew the last stanza was a little bigger, but my brain hurt too much yesterday, and I didn't want to fix it. haha. I just rewrote it, so I hope it sounds better now. Thanks
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