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In Mind

April 17, 2024
By ComedicWyvern BRONZE, Westminster, South Carolina
ComedicWyvern BRONZE, Westminster, South Carolina
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In mind

I try

To find


The rye

Of bread

Now dry


My head

It rings

With dread


And dings

Of dead

fly wings


Ahead

Of my

Cased-lead


Feet by

Which I

Sink by


My eye

Looks back

At sky


I hack

And rasp

My slack


Arms grasp

A last

Cruel gasp


My past

Was all

outcast.


The author's comments:

This piece was written with the idea of utilizing only two syllables per line. I hope it is enjoyable.


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