You Left Nothing

This work somehow managed to get a hold of my attention, although I usually am not keen of its thought. The poem's thought, nevertheless, was presented rather well in a distinctive way of self-expression. The subject's desperate demise, under the semblance of a "dear assassin," was a major, metaphorical highlight of this piece. In its technical aspects, however, I believed that there is a need for structural augmentation in order to enhance the flow.

Anyway, I actually adored the following lines:

"Stab the body,
And release the aching spirit."

How could Death grant such a delusive freedom of the soul is beyond my limited understanding. A fabulous piece, nonetheless. It was my pleasure to read. =] ~Marian

I liked this a lot. It gives off a strong feeling of hopelessness, nothing left to live for, so what's the point? Very nicely done.

"You left nothing worth living," = there should be a 'for' on the end of this: 'You left nothing worth living for,'

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