a part of me is dying,
and i do not know which one.
my invisible serverd limb i carry;
of which it makes me numb.
a part of my is dying,
i feel it drift away.
feel it rip my body,
like ashes that go astray.
a part of me is dying,
alone, it makes me stay.
whispers to me softly,
that things will be ok.
a part of me is drying,
secretly im scared.
what will i become,
am i really even prepared?
a part of me is dying,
i watch it decompose and dust.
teaching me a lesson,
it stays hidden in my mind to rust.
a part of me has died,
something i only know,
and behind each and every benevolent smile
this passage has shown me the best way to grow.
A contest entry
- Letting Go Feels Good. by Poetryintheblood.
700 points, ended May 20, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"a part of my is dying," Don't you mean instead of my it should be me?
"a part of my is drying," Here shouldn't the my be me and the drying be dying?
Other then that it is very well written I really enjoyed this. It said a great deal in such a little bit of wording. Thank you for sharing
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Thankyou and well noted
, thanks for taking the time to read my poem !
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I'm very sorry, but this poem does not fit my contest, seeing as I required positive poetry. Good luck in your other contests.
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Thank you for your entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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this is a very nice poem good luck in my contest every entry is apreciated, btw a little side note on the poem!!!
haha, well this poem used simple language but it flowed very well the phrase a part of me is dyeing, was pretty much (and i hate to say it) overused in a very very big way but other than that i really like the way you compared things and the way you rhymed you definatley got a bunch talent, once again all the best luck to you!!!
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Absolutely stunning, very nice.
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