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I'm Almost There

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I'm Almost There

Strung out
Resentfully sober
Drunk with rage

Broken down
Bi-polar oppressor
Twisting my face

They say...
They say...
They say the prison is here to save us

To cage...
To cage...
To cage my thoughts that are dangerous
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Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow

My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile

My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt

I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't

I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete

This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
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Blank stare
Too peaceful
Syncing with blame

A mirror
So pitiful
Soon to break

I said...
I said...
I said it's too late

I want...
I want...
I want it to end this way
The shards have fallen
The will to exist is broken
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This poem is written for my project, titled-
"Broken Wings Unbound: I'm Falling Down, I'm Soaring Now"
In volume three: Tragic Truth
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LuvThemHungerGames's avatar
:star::star::star::star: Overall
:star::star::star::star::star-half: Vision
:star::star::star::star::star: Originality
:star::star::star::star::star-empty: Technique
:star::star::star::star::star-empty: Impact

Thanks yet again for an invitation to critique your poetry <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)"/>

I must say something before I begin your critique. You were one of my very first critique request, and I can't express how much I appreciate you giving me a chance even though I was still the new girl on the block <3 Very Very much appreciate it!

Lets start with your title. It seems to be sending the message of hope which makes me believe that this installment is nearing an end. Rather unfortunate because this is such a lovely piece <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)"/> However, your title may give the illusion of hope, but your poem says otherwise. Tricky Tricky...

Your imagery is once again very vivid! Dark secrets flowing from within, someone else begging to be let out- the cage. At first I believed you were talking of prison. However, that didn't go with your topic at all. I have come to the conclusion the ever constricting cage is yourself. Beautiful. Something everyone can relate too! In fact I have written a poem of similar thoughts myself. I can guarantee we all feel this way at some point or another. Way to connect with the audience. And because it isn't preciesly pinpointed on what you are talking about it leaves your poem up for further inspection and keeps it open to more views and connections. Well done!

The short phrases that are repeated and bolded seem to echo of the panicked conflicted voice locked from within. Yet, this didn't have as great of an impact on me as the first installment of this series did.

However, I believe this poem is still ingenious and reflective of a genuine soul. Thanks again for the honor; I'd love to read the next piece <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)"/>

Keep on writting my friend.

May the odds be ever in your favor
-LuvThemHungerGames