calamity

a poem about id

i can see you at the bottom of the lane

barefoot and wounded, part of the game

a semi rotten side effect

 of the need to be perfect

i really tried to hurt you but thats not fair

i've given everything for respect and prayer

better get used to it. 

suspicious eyes looking at you

all the things dare not speak its name

and none to do 

it could have been anyone

it must have been true

suspicious sights for all to see

abridged and claimed humanity

was lost somewhere out to sea

left behind his wife calamity

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

Hey, nice write an imagination, I will give you that. But I cannot understand what you mean in this poem, of yours. Can you work on coherency? It would really help out the reader. For instance, the third stanza and fourth stanza. Why are they staring at the wounded barefoot man? What do you mean when you say, "All the things dare not speak its name"? I would really like to know. Good luck writing. Do not give up!