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Wiff
I sit and stare at the world from my chair
and I just can閳ユ獩 tell if there閳ユ獨 life out there, compared
to what I knew before.
Is it the clothes I wear and my old grey hair
or the things I care to share with the air, declared,
What the hell閳ユ獨 that sell?
I can lock inside my fear and my pride
and then go outside with the things that have died, denied
a knife, fork and a spoon.
Just to make them cry, I閳ユ獓 I sit down beside
the ones that are shy and the ones that get high, and pry
open my sardines.
If you feel everything you hear and you see,
completely touchable, reality, rethink
the colors on the chart.
As the time slides by, you will comply
with the rules and the regs and your place in line, certified
do the ducks line up?
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I love this poem. I've read it a few times. Each time, I got a bit more out of it. I love the rhyme and turn of phrase. It's a great poem - a real keeper. And the title is great! You were most definitely deep in thought.
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No. Although it rhymes, it makes no sence. Its just a bunch of words thrown together. Sorry.
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Hello! (I've been away...).
It's good to read you again. I think it does make sense, but it needs to be read over and over again. I find it sad, but not desperate. Am I right?
Nice work on the assonances :)
(what does the title mean?).
(stanza 5: "I'd I sit"? I'd? I? You hesitated there).
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That was really good TD, and it made sense to me. I loved the internal rhyme and the mood you set.
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Kinda agreed with oldmanwithastick, till I went through it the second time, and it kinda came together. 3rd time through it stuck me as being quite good. Thanks for sharing.
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