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pathetic state
by Michele Schottelkorbi write this prose with so much sorrow
my pathetic state, with no tomorrow
poor young woman in this land
beaten with, her own sick hand
makes up thoughts inside her head
to feed her fury, her mind is red
brought this all upon herself
dust is collecting on her shelf
wastes her time, and her Loves too
everyone asks whats happened to you?
its just a phase that never ends
her twisted life she never mends
i write this poem with so much sorrow
i wish it would disappear tomorrow
(please disappear tomorrow
)10/08/2003 Posted on 10/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/11/03 at 02:23 PM Hoping against all hopes. There's nothing permanant in nature. Nor any 'mood'.Life situations too are subject to the law of accident. And mental state depends on the intensity and quality of impressions. 'it would disappear tomorrow'...its not a wish but a certainty based on the LAWS. In any case, you have succeeded in presenting the state you call 'pathetic' while hoping in the hopelessness.. |
| Posted by Daryl Fein on 10/12/03 at 02:13 AM ouch, I hope you find what it is thats missing, damn. keep your chin up:) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/23/03 at 01:14 AM Right on! This poem comes too close to a situation that I am all to close to right now! 'Nuff said! Is it coincidental this poem I came upon?
Somehow I think not but rather providential as I consider tired and wan.
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