11-15-2025, 04:39 AM
A game you can't win
A soul on the line,
The host knows,
It's lost.
the wheel spinning,
While pulling on my --
Noose.
As air becomes thin,
Blood thick,
I lost.
A show hosted by
The devil.
No commercial, no silent plea.
Silent screaming left in me.
The light dims, the room grows cold.
The noose once tied,
Now on hold.
the soul I lost,
won't grow old
A soul on the line,
The host knows,
It's lost.
the wheel spinning,
While pulling on my --
Noose.
As air becomes thin,
Blood thick,
I lost.
A show hosted by
The devil.
No commercial, no silent plea.
Silent screaming left in me.
The light dims, the room grows cold.
The noose once tied,
Now on hold.
the soul I lost,
won't grow old
I know that rhyme, rhythm, and meter are not academically standardized.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.