POEM 3
IVE BEEN BEATEN,BROKEN,AND BATTERED
ILL NEVER BE THE SAME THEY'RE THE ONES TO BLAME
I'VE HAD FEARS AND MANY TEARS
MY HEART IS FLOODING WITH BLOOD IF I ONLY HAD UNDERSTOOD
MY SADNESS IS LIKE FLAMES COMING OUT OF A FIRE
MY LIFE HAS NO AIR IN IT LIKE IM ON A FLAT TIRE
1 comment:
Good use of figurative language, especially the similes in the last two lines.
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