The Final Score Poem by Amanda Lukas
The Final Score
What an odd color combination
she wears on her skin like temporary tattoos.
Each week another 'accident' excuse.
Each week another bruise.
He gets another second chance,
a third and then a fourth.
Tiny dancer will no longer dance.
She lost.
That's the final score.
This is amazing Amanda. In such a short poem you've captured the utter hopelessness of these sort of situations... so many second chances - too many. Well done Amanda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:10:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sean is right.. too many chances are given to other person but not even one to their selves.. Realistic poem and very well written. HBH