Denice Woods

Rookie - 377 Points (Philadelphia)

Book Of Life - Poem by Denice Woods

My body is tired
My mind is old
My heart is lonely
My soul is cold
I waited for redemption
and wound up in Purgatory
My life was just a paragraph
Now my life's a whole damned story
Sometimes I wish it was a fable
And I was able to change
Certain chapters
If life is supposed to be predestined
I wish the writer would stop writing
Finish the book already
My pages are ripping
The ink is running
Down my cheeks
And the plot's too heavy.
I haven't slept for weeks.
So please
Put the pen down
Or at least take a hiatus
Because from the subject of the story's point of view
This book of life is overrated.

Topic(s) of this poem: hardships , life and death, sadness


Comments about Book Of Life by Denice Woods

  • (11/13/2015 11:07:00 PM)


    Book of any life surely contains contradictions, strife as also moments of rejoicing, respite and celebrations. Mostly it is intricate and intriguing too. Enjoyed reading the wonderfully penned meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015



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