Untitled Poem.

Broken pieces without any glue.

I'm searching for answers; can you give me some clues?

With hundreds of directions I'm destined to fail.

Stepping over cracks, not breaking my back.

Walking around the ladder, avoiding the black cat.

Some say I’m superstitious, what do you think about that?

Reviews

[Tamia123]

Normally ryming poems bug me but there's something about this that I really liked. Thanks for sharing :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Where to find the glue.

[Becky Clancy]

I love this poem, it reminds me of me ^^

[Amila Jay]

A lot of things popped into my mind as I read this poem. Great write:)

[Morrigan Nicole]

i love it, ery supersticious! Great!

[Brantwijn]

An interesting poem, I enjoy the examples of superstitions and behavior.

[Ruth]

I like the fact that this questioning :) We seldom question that which is in front of us, does every superstition hold truth somehow? Thouhgt provoking xoxo

[Sophie]

I love this, such a powerful message in so few words great write. A title suggestion, if you want one? This line just jumped out at me: Walking Around The Ladder.

[AK]

Nice write. A title would do it much good.

[J. J. Nightingale]

SOUNDS LIKE ! LOL ...

MAYBE JUST CAUTIOUS ..

JAZZY :)