Am I Hurt?, by AccidentalPisces
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Am I hurt?
You ask
Oh Hell No!
I say
(You've only taken the last four years of my Life-
which I freely gave-and rolled them flat on the ground
beneath your feet
Then pulverized that mass into powder in the Mortar and
Pestle of your coolness and indifference to my Love--
Scorched that in the Kiln of your absence and scattered it
across the country--
In your search for Sonething neither you nor I know the
identity or existence of.)
And you ask
Am I hurt?
No
(but I an dying---a little) |
Posted: 2010-03-20 19:09:46 UTC |
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2015-05-06 22:01:37 | Andrew_Rymill |
Great experimental structure here with
two small stanza a one middle prose poem type stanza. Interesting effect ....
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