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august twenty-seventh
by Ava Blui don't want to write these any longer,
august has become too hot,
too forced:
a burden placed upon a soul i don't believe in,
and i'm not sure i can make the right choices
without getting a little bruised. 08/28/2009 Author's Note: i am sick of getting bruised
Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/28/09 at 03:07 PM ...who's bruising you, gal?...they better quit it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/29/09 at 07:40 PM What I love so much about this one is that even though it comes from a place of frustration and even anger, it doesn't read angry. I don't pick that up in the voice. I get weariness and a certain kind of sadness, both of which are beautifully expressed. I think the first stanza is just classic, flawless stuff. |
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