Roaring, Making Way

Lost in a storm of emotions,
they throttle my stomach-
roaring, making way
to destroy my battered heart.

They throttle my stomach
along with my half eaten lunch
to destroy my battered heart
that has fought for so long.

Along with my half eaten lunch,
there is still a feeling that glows
that has fought for so long
to win this brutal war.

There is still a feeling that glows
lost in a storm of emotions
to win this brutal war;
roaring, making way.


New type of poem I want to play around with in the future. Started out as a freewrite in poetry class, as usual, and then I decided to use this to write the pantoums we had to do.

In case none of you know, here is the defination of a pantoum from :

pan┬Ětoum (P)Pronunciation Key(pn-tm)
n.

A verse form composed of quatrains in which the second and fourth lines are repeated as the first and third lines of the following quatrain.

This is my verison of the structure. It may be a bit confusing at first so I will try to find an online source to simplfy it a bit better.

1
2
3
4

2
NEW (1)
4
NEW (2)

NEW (1)
NEW (3)
NEW (2)
NEW (4)

NEW (3)
1
NEW (4)
3

Anyway, thanks for reading!

-Seras