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

[That_Guy]

I liked this, very clever

[patricia]

I loved this...it made me think of some of 'Ghandi's' sayings, he said.."Don't listen to friends who say...do that. If the friend inside you says...do this." I also liked this for the list of superstitions you recited, i think i still do all those things, and quite a few more, like not putting an umbrella up in the house, not putting new shoes on the table, and when i lived in the isle of man, no one was allowed to give the proper name for long tails. Thanks.

[Marie]

I think you're superstitious.

[jennifer little]

wonderful poetry great job keep up the good work i loved reading this thanks for sharing this with me

[Emerald Seas]

This has a cute vibe to it, while also a sadness.

[khalid]

just move on, nice writing

[SlightlyOdd]

This is good i like it is interesting thre implied relationships like a riddle :-)

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Interesting, I really like this and the bit of rhyming.

[SapphirianVampiress]

Okay the simple rhyming is amazing. It is simple but in depth with meaning I love it.