When the darkness comes I'll be ready
I'll be waiting on that bridge
To come to take the soul
Of a broken hearted
Sending it out
To no-where
Escaping
This life
Hoping that
It will be forgiven
In the next life that it lives.
Please tell me what you think
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lovely
I think form poetry is great if it is worked right, and yours does. the feeling of being small, insignificant and hopeless, to gaining some back and again growing tall. Brilliant. kinda reminded me of Emily Dickinson's "I could not stop for death". look it up if you got the time.
this is in my favorite of your work. Brilliant smart moving piece.
cassie
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ah i like this one, i like how the line size shrinks as hope shrinks and then grows as hope is given again.
i hope that made sense
lol
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thanks and that analogy makes sense too
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