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Pain is Black I bathe in a sea of blood; looking down seeing it's my own I am dying. Will you save me? I Lost my light long ago, now I wander in darkmess, wondering where to go. I slit my wrists, I see the blood, feel the pain, I don't want to die. Please help me I'm losing it! You refused to save me, my pain is blind to you. I'm going insane, yet you still refuse. Is this the end? |
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Gee, I'm at a loss here, my Granddaughter Jenn (
), considers this black poetry, I'm hoping
someone can enlighten me, and possible point out if it is, and if the puncuation is appropriate
to what would be considered black poetry. She seems to write with clarity, it's the mind bent I don't quite understand, maybe the critiquers who write this syle of topic can explain the purpose of poetry that relates
to negative topics. Jenn isn't interested in the contest, she loves to write, and I'm doing is posting for her, some technical input would be greatly appreciated. Thank you JoMorgan
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