Poetry: "a lif3 of pain"
I've been writing monostich for a while with some positive feedback. So, this is a try at a short poem that I wrote today while I was feeling a bit down.
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A lif3 of pain:
I was distressed,
I was stirred.
To make it worse,
(I was) kicked to the curb.
Perturbed, disturbed,
my existence absurd.
(I) was left alone,
unknown and hurt.
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The strangely spelled "lif3" in the title, symbolizes the topsy-turvy events unfolding in my life. Not sure how it made me feel, but I seemed to have vented out some of the frustration.
Peace out \./
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A lif3 of pain:
I was distressed,
I was stirred.
To make it worse,
(I was) kicked to the curb.
Perturbed, disturbed,
my existence absurd.
(I) was left alone,
unknown and hurt.
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The strangely spelled "lif3" in the title, symbolizes the topsy-turvy events unfolding in my life. Not sure how it made me feel, but I seemed to have vented out some of the frustration.
Peace out \./
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