No Longer (free-flow verse)

by Matt Carroll   Aug 29, 2019


You know when you can't sleep
When these thoughts just creep
The utter silence cuts so deep
You scream, but there's no peep
To be heard, to be found, not a sound
Upon my attitude is frowned, clowned
In solitude I feel drowned, wouldn't be 'round if I just laid down in the ground
Maybe then I'd have your attention
My feelings you'd consider and mention
Tears flowin', fists clenchin', gut straight wrenchin'
Wishin' there was some way you could've maintained retention
But I'm out, dueces, too little too late
After all the times I held you up and shared the crippling weight
The anger, the hate, the sadness on your plate
I took it all, you watched me fall, cried out that it was fate
I can no longer pour from an empty chalice
No longer a slave to your tease and malice
No longer under your gaze, so cold and callous
No longer a subject in your ill-begotten blood and bone built palace

*Not really sure what I was going for here. It isn't my normal sort of piece. This was free-flowing and raw without a general direction, I suppose.*

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  • 1 month ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I loved it, although free flowing it worked really well with all the rhyming. To me it does have direction.. Though a sad one. Milly x

  • 1 month ago

    by FELTON PHILLIPS

    Some poems write themselves. It was definitely going somewhere and like some poetry it is left up to the reader to determine it's direction. There is no rule that says you can't go back to it. I kinda like it.

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