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NO ONE KNOWS MY PAIN
Darkness clustered around me
Moving forward was stalled
The shadows of yester years
still flourishing in my thoughts
My days are quite diminishing
I have lost the zest of life
My life is a pungent taste
Who will flavour it again
My dream never came forth
It was strangled to death
I need a financial oxygen
to bring it back again
My time ticks in displeasure
I'm disgruntled and bittered
I've inhaled the bad side of life
Who will amplify my life again
My joy is stifled, crushed and
halted by impending doom
The grim reaper raided us
and puts him on last rest
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RoseBlack
Mon, 2022-08-22 18:49
Hi Jack
Well done! I really liked this stanza and the reference to financial oxygen to bring your dream alive again:
My dream never came forth
It was strangled to death
I need a financial oxygen
to bring it back again
;
~RoseBlack~
Jackweb
Mon, 2022-08-22 22:15
Hi Rose !
Thanks so much for time spent and a nice comment.
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"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
Rosewood Apothecary
Mon, 2022-08-22 20:44
Nice rhythm
It’s difficult feeling stuck. I like the way you’ve personified the death of your joy. I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. I do sense the “life goes on” undercurrent. To me at first layer it’s seems like you’re really just hurt and banging it out for catharsis. But when I read it again there isn’t any indication about giving up, contrary it is seeking to be rebuilt.
Nice job,
Tim
Jackweb
Mon, 2022-08-22 22:21
Hi Tim!
Dear friend thank you for your genuine words of appreciation.
Rebuilding here; do you think it requires more stanzas?
How? Your opinion please . Thanks!
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"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
Rosewood Apothecary
Tue, 2022-08-23 06:16
I don’t think it needs more
I have noticed an issue with verb tense.
My life is quite (diminished)
I have lost the zest of life
My life is a pungent taste
Who will flavour it again
Or
My days are quite diminishing
I have lost the zest of life
My life is a pungent taste
Who will flavour it again
Or
My days are self diminishing
The verb tense in the original actual works. But I think most of the stanza in past tense and diminishing is present tense.
That’s really the only thing I would play with. You used life twice in one stanza too so I used “my days” instead for variety.
Nice job,
Tim
Jackweb
Tue, 2022-08-23 07:53
Done!
Thanks for keeping an eagle eye.
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"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
Jackweb
Tue, 2022-08-23 06:41
Good one!
I appreciate you so much. Suggestions taken!
Will change it later.
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"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb