Higher Count - An Original Poem
The world ends too far
We fall shortened
on life's slippery hue
In coincidental moments
there's a catch song
There's rescue music
play till you heal
But you won't heal in time
You ran out of lyrics
You stumbled out of rhythm
You choked on the high note
Score less than success
equals more reasons to sedate
Draw the curtain
suture the half light
Hubris on your web wall
suffocating spiel
Sociopathic klout
measured in duck faces
Painted a help sign
in the middle of your eye
For those who were counted in a fist
NIce :) I will post some poems too, so you can check them later.
Only one thing I have to say about this poem. You should try not to ran away from rhyme :D Rhyme is a good friend of any poem, even if it is rarely put inside the poem, here and there :) But all in all, nice work!
I hardly ever rhyme in my poems. Never liked it. If it happens most likely it is organic. Thanks for reading. Looking forward to read yours. Will follow you. :)