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I am--

Consumed by my reality,

Tormented by humanity.

Cast in this miserable flesh made

As a sacrifice to the mortal coil;

Irony's face is a deathly shade,

Paling in comparison

To the affliction of my soul.

 

Born and bred of machine,

The gears within me turn and bleed;

Lamenting the progression of decay,

Gifted me in such a way,

I feel as if I begin to fade:

The end is coming, and I am--afraid.

Posted

The first thing I noticed here is that there are rhymes, but that they don't follow any obvious scheme. None of them seem forced, which is a good thing, but I think I'd like to see it organised into more structured stanzas from a poetical point of view.

 

In terms of content, what you have so far is very well written, I liked this bit in particular:

 

Irony's face is a deathly shade,

Paling in comparison

To the affliction of my soul.

 

I also like the way you begin with "I am", and then conclude "I am--afraid"

 

I guess one would argue that it could be longer; there's a lot you could write about how are stuck with the "miserable flesh", and how it hinders you in some ways. You could get some decent imagery out of being cut/injured, stuff like that. Illustrate the weakness that leads to the fear, if you know what I mean.

 

What you have so far is good though, very original idea :)

Posted

Thanks for the comments, I'll take what you said into consideration. :)

 

Structure is fine, but I find it boring after a while. I must deviate, or be dragged down to the ground and be beaten as a dog.

  • 1 month later...
Posted

I like the poem you have written Loki. Its short, but tells the reader exactly all that needs to be said. I especially like the beggining. Its different but its good..

 

also.. Next time please be nice to my Trained Elephants. :rolleyes:

 

 

:ph34r:

  • 2 weeks later...
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