Jon de Plume
2008-02-12
ch 1,  | abuseI feel the first mistake was calling this poem Untitled, because you clearly know where you are driving the stake. So much red here that the crimson tears do indeed leave a tint among the lines. I want to know who you are though. I see that the one you stand for needs you, but why? I ask far too many questions, but the you repeat, “I am me” twice and I want to know who me is. To see deeply into the character in few lines is hard, but it is how the reader will realize that the object of your emotions does indeed need to fall into your waiting heart. |
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