a disaster.
how can i fix it?
it's like turning to an angry sea, plastic bowl in hand,
to stop the surge.
it won't work.
it's a house collapsing at the foundation.
who cares if the roof leaks?
it's a broken toy that you can't throw away.
because you loved it.
and you still do.
but not the same.
you loved it so much
that even if
it can't work anymore,
it's impossible to put it down.
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the worst day of my life.
Please tell me what you think
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this is more like a parasite or cancerous thing.
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there have been worse days already.
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Live long enough and I can almost guarantee there will be a worse day.
I love the metaphor used here poet. I have such things as those that are broken but I cannot seem to part with. I wonder why I hold on, never discard, knowing that I should...
"it's like turning to an angry sea, plastic bowl in hand,
to stop the surge."
A wonderful visual here. The next line is absolutely correct! "it won't work!"
Funny how the "foundation" crumbles when "the roof leaks". A very impressive work of free verse here poet. I have enjoyed! Thank you!
Much Love & Respect
Renee
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Momento.
Very good discription.
It reminds me of back when I loved a girl,
who decided not to give me a chance.
But I never put her down, I kept her tight,
my best friend. A momento of the past.
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