Leaving, Going, Gone...

Leaving, Going, Gone...

A Poem by The Villain
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Another Slam Poem

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Sitting with my legs crossed
Head tossed about
in the pouring rain.
Looking to the skies to find
the gods can't
tell me I'm sane.
I'm a fool caught looking
and caught with my
hands painted red.
I was looking so long
my conscience
has showed up dead.
Mutilated and futile
are my attempts to
save myself.
All I ask in return is
you ask why didn't
he leave a will.
Leaving, Going, Gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
and I'm gone
don't chase me
berate me
infuriate me
a impassionate state
incapacitate me
leave me sighing
crying
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone
'Cause you are
or I am
or We are
but we're not
We are not
I'm taught
with frustration
I'm still with
destiny
of failure
I've failed
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone.

© 2011 The Villain


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Really good poem and had a good flow :) Great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


You definitely know how to drive your point home. The repeated lines were very important and it's clear you knew that and drew the reader's attention to them. I liked the rhyming, there were some clever ones in there. The subject caught me too. It was profound and sad and provocative. One small con: "a impassioned state" should be "an impassioned state". Other than that I liked it. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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The Villain

Silver Spring, MD



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