No Rhyme to My Life - Suicide

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Suicide

This poem can not rhyme

if this poem is to be true

to me & to itself

Then this poem can not rhyme

because their is no rhyme to

my life

my life's rhythm contradicts

rhythmic flow

it zig zags in and out of

peace and pleasantries

this poem represents my life,

this gun, this bullet, my death

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Lasohnda Harris's picture

I liked it i know how you felt

Stacey Murfield's picture

you captured very well the feel of a very serious, sad, a difficult subject. it is simple yet clear, getting the point across... it is beautiful

Nicole Bingham's picture

ah, when life is seen through grey lenses. ive felt this way for a few weeks now, which explains why i havent had the heart to write anything.