I dont know why u end this poem.
I mean with flow like this the reader would love to read a bit more.
The choice of words are excellent.
Whether it's a hill made of sugar, or an oxymoron ' forbidden freedom'.
Oh I love the thought of this, how you connected being a terrible musician with being out of touch, maybe with reality and life itself? Those last lines are powerful! Sort of in-your-face, for these notes (and maybe person) held you back, only so many tunes you could compose. I really liked the image of "sugar hill" as well as tying that into having only sweet words, which aren't always the truth... sometimes truth can be hard to accept.
You write amazing brevity and I agree with Britt, you couldn't even tell they were prompts, I felt such depth underneath these words and it was interesting to ponder. Good job!
8 years ago
I love how you brought in deadly whispers! Actually the prompts you added word for word were put in really well, I didn't realize they were prompts!
This is really a thoughtful piece. It felt to me like a person was struggling in life due to oppression they once were under, and now that they're out or away from the captor, they are having a hard time surviving, because it's all they knew. AWESOME write!