#932638 added April 12, 2018 at 1:48pm Restrictions: None
Elegy to Interior Parts Cordoned Off
Living akin to abashed, injured beasts,
I trace my own blood in an endless loop,
Wasting my time, fumbling around at feasts,
What an expert I’m at jumping through hoops!
A trick-pony, pacing a tiger’s town,
Failing to see the forest or the tree,
Cordoning off my interior space,
With shocked survivor’s air, I wear a frown
Shadowed in dark, holding back tears, to free
This clueless woman sporting her clown’s face.
Form: Ode
Blank verse with ABABCDECDE rhyme scheme
---------- prompt: a failure + some kind of challenging form
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