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In my head I’m still sober In my head It’s not over It’s not over Till the gun shoots a dud It’s not over Till everyone spills blood In my dreams Blood pools In my dreams There are no rules In my war Everyone fights In my war The pain bites Replays, Rewinds In my mind forever Replays, Rewinds, Fighting till never Shooting, bombing A war against the mirror Shooting, bombing The end is coming nearer Mission of my life, To kill that someone, Mission of my life, Holding that gun Holding that gun. I fired a shot… Holding that gun. At the ally I forgot… |
Well, it was quite good, but I reckon the end let it down a bit. I liked the way you constantly referenced back to the previous stanza or two, that intertwining of words is very effective, and much better than simple repetition. Very good, but I'd work on the ending, it needs something. well done be happy Graeme | Posted on 2006-03-30 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ] | Once again, something I can relate to. Nightmares are not fun, and most of the time, we find ourselves reliving them in our waking hours. This poem had a lot of literal meaning behind it and a lot of figurative meaning. It was neat to see how you so cleverly worked out both in this poem. KUDOS! | | Posted on 2006-03-30 00:00:00 | by BreakAndFall | [ Reply to This ] | |