your poem is dead

your poem is dead

A Poem by thespaceinmybed

it floats
face down

shame building 
in its bloated form

you can poke it
with a stick

turn it around
trying to find
a side
a bit more interesting

but its what you would expect

a gruesome picture of
something trying to breathe
but not succeeding 

it poisons the water
here

so please

keep your pollution
to yourself

no one wants to inhale
its putrid
wretched

nonsense

© 2013 thespaceinmybed


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Pure fire with a really good flow overall to this work my friend very impressed so sorry I haven't commented sooner keep posting cheers.
gonzo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thespaceinmybed

11 Years Ago

Thanks a lot for the compliment!

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Added on October 3, 2013
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thespaceinmybed
thespaceinmybed

Los Angeles, CA



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