I lay scattered before time helplessly
Which I see slipping away very slowly
from my unwilling hand gradually!
What should I call it? My inability?
Ignorance? Irresponsibility?
Weakness? Destiny?
Is that my failure to say my need?
Is that because I didn’t greed?
Is that because I didn’t plead?
Well, now I shout with my might
IF what I didn't do was alone right
I'll do them now to give a strong fight.
A contest entry
- Prewrites - What ever you like! by dutch2lips.
400 points, ended August 4, 434 entries
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im sorry, your write confused me, the title and the poem seem unconnected in my unprofessional eyes
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