Unbreak
This is it
Feeling
Undead, Unalive
Save me
Save me
From the black hole inside.
Find me
Break me
Keep me
Forsake me.
So unnerving
Unswerving
Don't shake and
Unbreak-
Save me
Save me
Undead, Unalive
From this black hole
Eating me up
Inside.
posted by Penguin @ 4:54 PM
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1 Comments:
The rhythm of this poem is superb. Notably, in the first few lines, the hard accents come more and more rapidly approaching "the black hole." "Forsake me" is placed where it is an agonizing shock--as though something completely unnescessary has just happend on top of a series of events.
The variation of the feeling of dactyllic and whaterver the other one is called is rather like shaking.
The end sounds almost song-like; intriguing.
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