Out on the street alone!

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem has a consistent formal ambition — each stanza closes with an end-rhyme on the "own/home/bone" sound, and that returning scheme gives the piece a kind of dark refrain quality that suits the subject. The opening image of "a dog without a bone" lands quickly and carries emotional weight, and the final stanza's image of a reflection cast against the glass of a passing semi is genuinely striking — it earns its place as a closing image because it holds both visibility and danger at once.

The main area that needs attention is consistency of diction and logic within stanzas. Several stanzas introduce a phrase that feels disconnected from what surrounds it — "Of all of the places / given God's graces" sets up an expectation of contrast or irony that the following line does not quite deliver, leaving the stanza feeling incomplete rather than compressed. The word "derailleur" in the penultimate stanza appears to be chosen for rhyme rather than meaning, and since it does not carry any clear metaphorical sense in context, it pulls the reader out of the poem at a critical moment just before the ending; a concrete image or action that continues the idea of failure or redirection would serve better. There are also two homophone errors — "it's" where "its" is needed, and "you're" where "your" is needed — that are worth correcting before any further revision, since they create small but real stumbles in the reading.

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I think you are going to be alright. Just a little confusion over the instructions. Double back and circle the wagons, the battle has begun. I have confidence in you; you can make it. ~ Geez.

I work with an ex squadie with a horrendously debilitating stammer.
(post traumatic stress disorder)
He spent ten years of living on the streets, then got a break, 
(poor sod ended up working with me)
He's the man that I most respect in the whole world.

It's not a nice poem, Leslie, It is poignant and well written and carries weight.

And I too have confidence in you, don't give in, never give in.

Obi.

I, too, have confidence in you, John.

L