Record Of A Broken Sonnet Poem by Jack Williams
Record Of A Broken Sonnet
Screwed up like a piece of paper
Crumpled on the floor
Nice to meet you see you later
You’re not needed anymore
Take a look inside yourself
And spit on what you saw
Retreat into some private hell
Where you’re not needed anymore
Beaten down and beaten up
Everything is sore
Out of time and out of luck
And you’re not needed anymore
You’re not needed anymore.
i like this alot. fixated on one thought that can cause such immense pain.
Nice. Tell a person the way you see it. Honesty is a good trait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:25:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The rhythm, flow and rhyme are spot on in this little poem / song, well could be a song... Better to be a crumpled up piece of paper than to cling to someone who doesn't want you, sweet. There are so many who will want you, really, so many....it just takes time to find the right one. Ruthie; o)