Written for my creative writing class based off of a fill in the blank prompt, where the first few words of each line are given to me. I've edited it a bit since then, so it doesn't fully match up with the original prompt.
just to take one last breath,
and see how the sun rises,
and how it sets,
and how every moment has beauty
i also wanted to die -
such anguish
and so much pleasure,
and so many memories
(when i thought of
how she looked on that night)
so many words
perennially trapped
inside of my dying sense of selfhood -
i would have slain the hands of time
and not really grant myself
seasons of pain
or time to live, or die, or ever really exist
3/8/16
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2016-03-20 at 22:13
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seasons of pain
i hadn't asked for much,just to take one last breath,
and see how the sun rises,
and how it sets,
and how every moment has beauty
i also wanted to die -
such anguish
and so much pleasure,
and so many memories
(when i thought of
how she looked on that night)
so many words
perennially trapped
inside of my dying sense of selfhood -
i would have slain the hands of time
and not really grant myself
seasons of pain
or time to live, or die, or ever really exist
3/8/16
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
Read 701 times
Written on 2016-03-20 at 22:13
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