XIII

XIII

A Poem by Jon Cooper

I hear them cry

But I never listen

Why should I?

All they do is recant

What a waste I am

I never asked them for help

They just wouldn't give up

Maybe now

Now

It'll all be different

Now they'll understand

I want to be left

Left alone

Left here

Left to die

They'll understand when the gun fires

They'll understand that

That's why you stay away

When someone tells you to

That's why you never

Ever

Get too close

To a dying man

'Cause he just hasn't

Got a thing left

To lose

Maybe now they'll understand

© 2009 Jon Cooper


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This is a really powerful poem, I think this part has the most... umpht to it
"That's why you never
Ever
Get too close
To a dying man
'Cause he just hasn't
Got a thing left
To lose
Maybe now they'll understand"

I like how with just the opening line you grab a hold of the reader and pull them down with you. The pace and beat of the whole thing is really strong as well.
All in all, I think its one of my favorites you've written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

This is a really powerful poem, I think this part has the most... umpht to it
"That's why you never
Ever
Get too close
To a dying man
'Cause he just hasn't
Got a thing left
To lose
Maybe now they'll understand"

I like how with just the opening line you grab a hold of the reader and pull them down with you. The pace and beat of the whole thing is really strong as well.
All in all, I think its one of my favorites you've written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Jon Cooper
Jon Cooper

Winchester, VA



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I hate the world. I love art. I write nearly everything (except thoughts, which I write as they happen) under insomnia's rule. Nothing I write during the day contends with my sleep deprived work. My.. more..

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