Tight grips
Blue whelps
Slight yelps
Nothing else
Beauty gone
Never there
Was it? Where?
No more air
Want death
Can't breathe
Can't see
Can't think
Too much pain
Pounding through me
With your selfish flesh
No more... please...
Worn down
Wish to cry
Don't know why
I even tried
Blue whelps
Slight yelps
Nothing else
Beauty gone
Never there
Was it? Where?
No more air
Want death
Can't breathe
Can't see
Can't think
Too much pain
Pounding through me
With your selfish flesh
No more... please...
Worn down
Wish to cry
Don't know why
I even tried
Author notes
I think the poem says it all. It's a very tough topic for me; a very personal one. I'm in the process of getting over it.
I know that the next to last stanza breaks the flow a ton, and in that, I probably won't win, but it goes with my emotions and my experience. It was fast on his part, and on my part, I was so worn out that I kinda remember it in slow motion.
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- PAIN... by Violent Glass.
570 points, ended March 16, 79 entries
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Actually I think the next to the last stanza adds strength to your poem. Good flow and rhythem.
Best luck in the contest. -
Sis what happened you never told me I'm so sorry that it had to be that this happened to I heart you so much
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I thought I told you. It was Ben...
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Ohh.. Very good.. This was actually sad to me. I'm so sooo sorry this has happend to you.. I truely hope you win, you deserve it more than probably anyone. Good job.




