whats in my body?
who's puppet am I?
the question that kills me
without it I die
I feel so awkward
as if I could cry
never stopping my thinking
Never stopping my striving
I lose everything
not just some things
but everything
I search desperately for every answer
again I find nothing
she is gorgeous
I seek refuge in her kindness
foolish?
I hope not.
What do you think in general? Improvements?
Comments
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i LOVED the opening verse, it kept me reading throughout the poem
"not just come things, but everything" that was awesome too, this poem really puts a story of s person questioning life into a VERY short combination of words. keep writing, it was great
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