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[P] Wildfire to Drywood
01.09.04, 20:18:46
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This is a poem I wrote up for my Creative Writing class in school, a course I took last semester. I found it recently and decided to brush it up a bit, to post here. Tell me, please, any thoughts, ideas, or criticism. =) Oh, also, it uses a bit -actually a lot- of enjambment. 'Cuz I like it. xP
Wildfire to Drywood
The sun rises over the destroyed world.
But by then,
it’s too late.
Like counseling to suicide –
the hourglass has run out.
People wonder why they went,
but hate is such
a strong emotion.
It burns inside,
a wildfire to drywood.
It consumes all rational thought,
leaving only one solution in the ash.
The father who beats his son
while the silent house bears
witness to his
dry tears.
Crying, screaming, pummeling
endless.
When the boy is gone,
the sun finally rises.
And the father finally realizes
his terrible sins.
But by then,
it’s too late.
Or look at those
simply daring to be different.
All day they silently bear witness
to mean taunts, psychological
slaps to their uniqueness.
They are distinctive,
they try so hard to be proud,
self-confident,
assured of their right to be loved…
If you look more closely…
is silence the cause of these
so-called self-inflicted murders?
Or is it other people? |
Last edited by Midori : 01.09.04 at 20:23:07.
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