Crash into me
Break away my sanity
Torture my soul
Pour my heart out into a bowl
Drink me up-
you're going to die..
Tears run out of your pleading eyes
Rage crumbling in your fist
I dissappear into the mist...
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This poem marches out boldly
like one of the old classic's
"Crash into me
Break away my sanity
Torture my soul
Pour my heart out into a bowl
Drink me up-"
Remember John Dunnes Holy Sonnets:
" Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
2 As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
3 That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
4 Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
5 I, like an usurp'd town to'another due,
6 Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end;
7 Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
8 But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
9 Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
10 But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
11 Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again,
12 Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
13 Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,
14 Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. "
Naomi you have the makings of a glorious sonnet
but you may need to build from the first 5 lines.
The lines hold great promise. Keep writing-Keep the faith