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In the Reins

This night almost nothing remains
I am kept by these unbreakable chains
I seriously lay in the reins
While you run through my veins

This morning I feared it's too much to take
It may have been our very last mistake
Sadness overcomes me now everytime I wake
Another day of you refusing to partake

And by the time I should have had a shower
I still lay in bed all sweaty and sour
Thinking about things I could let flower
And why I can't function at this early hour

At noon arrives the thought of having you back
Loneliness let's me know I was on the wrong track
My vital signs make me believe I'm under attack
In front of me everything starts fading to black

In the afternoon I feel a little more depressed
Reminiscing about times you left me impressed
Feeling my heart breaking records in my chest
I come to understand you're like all the rest

Evenings usually spent holding a beer
Increasing my chances of escaping this fear
For seconds it seems so very clear
But then you're gone again my dear

Nights wondering about what may remain
Chains keeping me from getting sane
You're still running in every single vein
Tomorrow I'll be getting up again in vain
 

— Mike, May 28, 2010

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Arrow

16 years ago

Pattern: This is a blue, if

Pattern: This is a blue, if not embittered, ("I come to understand you’re like all the rest") poem so the rhyme in every line doesn't strike me as the best form. I tend to assoicate that with light verse. However, you've done a satisfactory job of it. It also ties together well with your use of the periods of the day, which also works, as I think you intended it, to show how drawn out with misery the day feels. Theme: I don't mind confessional poetry but I do like to see a little more personal power and less over-generalization (the line cited above). There's a little too much helplessness/hopelessness here for my taste. I thought this idea could have been expanded: "Loneliness let’s me know I was on the wrong track" Language use: I thought this stanza was your best, conrete with lots of sensory images: And by the time I should have had a shower I still lay in bed all sweaty and sour Thinking about things I could let flower And why I can’t function at this early hour I hope you find something useful here.
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Mike

15 years 11 months ago

i did find a lot of meaning,

i did find a lot of meaning, thank you for your feedback, i mostly agree with you, in case you were wonderin'... and yeah the periods were intended.... kind regards michael