IT

                  

   
    "Come on.
        It's worth it,"
            You said.
                "Go ahead."
    Your "it"
        just might be all
            that I crave most,
            or all that I have settled for instead, 
            or what will keep me
                in my shame engrossed.
    How easy it would be,
        the letting go.
            "Why Not?...
            A little...
            Just this once...
            I can."
    The old familiar senses
        I still know.
            But then I'd have to face "it"
                once again.
    Do you know
        what MY "it"
            means to me?
        My "it"
            is one sane thought
                in my sick mind.
        My "it"
            is my last chance
                to be set free.
    Excuse me.
        F**k your kindness
            so unkind.
    You couldn't say so,
        if you knew my lot.
    When you say
        It's worth "it."
            I say
                "It's NOT!"

 

 

 

Reviews

[sconzey]

Clever premise. A very familiar pattern to anyone and everyone who has lived.

Excellent use of enjambment and varying indent, they very clearly emphasize the flow of the poem (or maybe this is because I'm used to reading computer code where indent is used to show program structure).

The rhyme is subtle, just enough to keep a patter flowing, but not ostentatious. I'm not good with poetry so I'm not sure if there's any suggestions I can make about this piece. Keep it up.