When Where You Live, Is Not Where Anyone Should Go. Poem by Arianne Owens
When Where You Live, Is Not Where Anyone Should Go.
My heart was finally drifting farther and farther away from a possible heart attack.
I whiped the sweat off my face,
held my breath, to stop my hard breathing.
I was finally out,
out of the forbidden darkness where no one should go.
But I was born there,
I grew up there,
the only way I knew how to live.
Now I was out,
out of evil's darkness,
in to Heavens light.
This is a good poem..though there is room for improvement..if best is achievable, do not settle for good.
Wow, its been long I saw someone write about death in such a simple way. Nice one Adrianne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:06:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
although a lovely readable poem that flows in like the tide and there is attached drama not to mention a bit of theatrics...i enjoyed reading it and more so trying the jig saw puzzle and plat...falling flat Contextually a bit challenged...i gave up. Sometimes its fun to do an early morning head scratch to get at a nicely wrapped enigma... Somewhat like guessing what’s in the neatly folded paper while sipping morning coffee with a distant focused eye... Cheers :) sat