William Blake Beckett

Rookie - 0 Points (May 15,1995 / Denver, Colorado, United States of America)

Coffin Confession - Poem by William Blake Beckett

The adults stand around,
Incessantly nagging,
Claiming inheritance.

Hideous,
Drooling hounds,
Food in sight.

All of the young children
Run around and giggle,
Asking me to join in.

Innocent,
Small puppies,
Toys in mouth.

I guess this is goodbye.
I didn't know you well,
Though I can't say I tried.

So am I
A puppy
or a hound?


Comments about Coffin Confession by William Blake Beckett

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mel. D. (1/3/2013 9:53:00 PM)

    I love this poem, especially the ending. It really makes one think about morality and how we classify ourselves if we don't fit neatly into a category. There's more than just the two extremes; there are many inbetweens. But if its not one of the two extremes, then how do you decide if its good or bad? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 3, 2013


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