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Roadmeat (Free verse) by ifni trembling
I hid here
crying
I cringed here
hoping
you'd come here
to hold me.
my mind, in patterns
like lost puzzle pieces
of tomorrow
my yesterdays ran away
chunks of me
like kittens in the street
roadmeat.
trembling,
I hid here
crying
I cringed here
praying
for reprieve
hoping
you'd come here
to save me.
like slime
acroos my skin
terror tastes bitter
and the darkness
has teeth
what good a shell
when they have rocks
to crush with
and claws
to pry with
and hate
to hurt with?
I twisted on a spit of terror
my dreams are too horrible
to remember
who infected me with this pain?
trembling
I hid here
crying
I cringed here
hoping
you'd come here
to know me.
tomorrow rises up
like something to fear
and I wear a mask of strength
a mask of pain
they've punched holes through me
and stolen bits of me
I don't even know where
my weakness lies.
trembling
I hid here
crying
I cringed here
trying
to stay here
I'm safe.
7.26.95 JV
Up the ladder:
it must be nice. (or: why i don't write much about my past)
Down the ladder:
anxiety
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Posted: August 25, 2002 5:44 PM PDT; Last modified: August 25, 2002 5:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7854347 Overall Rank: 11293 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 65.101.212.9
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25-Aug-02/8:12 PM
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The repetition bogs down the poem. We get the point. And areas of youthful language also hold the poem back (i.e. terror tastes bitter, my yesterdays...). And really, how often do you see dead kittens in the road. Maybe squirrels, or opossum, or armadillos, even alligators and once in awhile a cat, marmot or dog, but kittens?
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