Open Poetry #1 |
Mid-night miseries |
milt Junior Member
since 1999-06-19
Posts 18whitley city ky usa |
Mid-night miseries call to me showing me things I dare not see Mid-night miseries whispering in my mind of the things I've left behind echoed voices in my head telling me things I fear and dread I listen and listen trying my best to escape this twisted torment yet I think I would miss it if it were gone for that would leave me all alone.... |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
I like the concept of the poem. I read it a couple times through...it seems....well, am I missing the format(style)? I felt like the beginning flowed well then got lost. This could be a powerful poem. Remember, I'm not an expert here. Just giving you my opinion. |
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milt Junior Member
since 1999-06-19
Posts 18whitley city ky usa |
to sally thanks for your opinion, and I promise when read in the right tones and speed it continues to flow, i appreciate the reply ps. still learning this bbs don't know if I replied to you in the right procedure I just posted a reply myself, is that the way its done? [This message has been edited by milt (edited 06-21-99).] |
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