My Buried Child -------------------------------------------
My buried child
You’re no child of mine.
Your body disgusts me,
And you’ve ruined mine.
My buried child
You will never run around.
For your shoes can’t clatter,
At least under the ground.
Too simplistic to be taken seriously. Try more imagery, some good descriptive language, maybe a metaphor or two. Actually, I'm pretty sure there is a section of ES where they give you pointers. You should probably read it closely... and then read it again even more closely. I'm not writing you off here (no pun intended), but from what I see here, your poetry definitely needs some work.
Submission Name: My Buried Child
