Me (A-S)
Anger
A fire kindled with
Suffering directed that
Flows when you feel hurt
Broken
Fractured heart with a
Shattered soul and a fragment
Of a mind once whole
Confined
A prison full of
regrets and wishful thinking
Chains made of mistakes
Destroy
A bomb in my heart
Slowly ticking towards zero
A clock counting down
Enter
The mind has a door
It has no knob and no lock
Yet we are still trapped
Faces
The mask that one wears
Changes over and over
What it hides does not
Glean
Hold on to your dreams
Lest they end up coming true
your nightmares more so
Help
Comes not in a box
It is not in a bottle
It lies in music
Island
Stranded on this shard
Of a broken mind once whole
In a sea of doubts
Join
Me as I wander
A quest to find the answer
To my great question
Keep
Your sanity in
Mind when traversing my thoughts
And see my soul here
Linked
Like a chain in my
Heart connected with a weight
This weight is my mind
Mixed
Up in my mind are
The fragments of who I am
That I hope to find
Nothing
Left of me but all
Of the broken ideas
And the depression
Open
My heart and my mind
To tune in to who I am
And why I am here
Peal
Away all of the
Others and gather all of
My soul and find me
Question
Of great importance
On my mind is as simple
As why am I here
Remnants
Of who I am that
Are buried somewhere in my
soul and In my mind
Sew
My dead heart into
A tapestry of my life
And look in my mind
About this poem
Another poem written around 8th grade, when I decided it was a good idea to try and write a haiku for every letter of the alphabet. Clearly, I did not finish. As always, try not to cut yourself on this edge.
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Submitted by holmanchris74 on October 25, 2021
Modified on April 26, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAX BXC DXX XEX XXX XFX XGE XHX XCX FFI XXXJ KXL XML XXI LMJ BDX XHJ AKL GXL |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,322 |
Words | 290 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
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