Next Time

holds breath*

My hands are bound

My voice is broke

My heart is still

The pain, inflected cant be reversed to something better

My soul is gone

The Earth consumes my shell over time

This life was not good

Hell, mabye next time.

Author's Note

breathes* i dunno.

Reviews

[paul]

upon rereading: a new favorite line:
The Earth consumes my shell over time

[paul]

This life was not good. so simple. and i love it.
Hell, maybe next time. - my favorite

[Tony]

This is a good poem. Holding of the breath during writing is a good idea.
If you can't get it all down in one breath, you aren't saying it right.
Nice.