- Non-Erotic Poetry
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There was this hit and run
and my world came undone
spun of f of it’s axis
and I was hurtled into the emptiness of the atmosphere
and the answers I need are unclear
and I’m barely holding on to the end of this rope
but it’s more than enough to hang myself with
and it’s more than enough to bind me
why won’t amazing grace just find me
and why does every moment I breath remind me
of what was lost
38.02 seconds into the seventh hour and forty-sixth minute of the 27 of July
the cradle fell with no lullaby
now I’m giving birth to this anguish
and it’s clinging to me tearing up my insides while I try to push it out
and I can’t find peace because I’ve got all this doubt
like the light can’t reach me
and Jah forgot to preach to me
locked in my head I just need to break free
because this morning she was here
and tonight she’s just a memory
- COMMENTS
Mia Moorealmost 12 years ago"breath" should be "breathe". There is no rhyme nor reason to this piece of work, just a bunch of garbled, unchecked sentences. I thought it was awful and if you care about writing poetry, you should read some poetry by other people who know how to write. Just for ideas,. tips, whatever. This is bad, it is hurried, rushed, and obviously unedited. Good luck in the future.
duddle146over 17 years agoConveys a special sense of loss for which there are no words to aptly describe the devastation.
