Tuesday, January 10, 2012

[Last of her]

This poem is an imitation of a poem by Lightsy Darst, the format doesn't come out quite how i wrote it here.
Written 9/2010


Look at her body


Lying in the grass by that old oak tree


She never had a chance

to see the world

lucky to be alive while she was


She knew a man

He knew her in ways no one else did

she wore her heart on her sleeve

when she was around him

but now she’s silent [nothing left].


I wish I could have known; I could have

saved her; If only she could have known.


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