Hope – dictating my desires -
but knowing that pride,
and dignity -
must be defended.
Struggle – that of existing need
fighting future need,
that is purer,
satisfying and protective.
His radar follows my footsteps,
with my helpless heart -
and my own eyes,
they allow danger.
Feeling my audience, who judge
the distance of the
bullet - they don't know,
it will hit me every time.
Oh fear – shoot me dead -
requited lust,
not consistent, not forever,
terrorises me.
Requited lust,
in an apocalyptic world.
I like this poem - it sounds a little like the Emily Dickinson one where she suggests love that is unrequited, was this intentional? The only suggestion I have is perhaps take out the 'helpless' in 'helpless heart' - I feel it gives too much away to the reader. Just a thought :)
ReplyDeleteThank you :) I was attempting to go for a style similar to Emily Dickinson, but not any specific poem! Which one are you refering to? Okay cool, thanks for the feedback :)
ReplyDeleteI think it is poem 754 :)
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