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![]() | Pocket Size Stories ![]() An experimental collection of exactly 100 words (mostly) ![]() |
Hello, Amethyst Agape Angel! ![]() Your poem delivers a strong emotional punch, portraying the hopelessness of seeking peace in a mind weighed down by mistrust and sorrow. ![]() The poem's consistent AABB rhyme scheme gives it a steady rhythm that parallels the speaker's ongoing internal struggle. This contrasts with the narrator's disordered feelings, adding to the sense of entrapment. The short lines create a sense of inevitability and desperation to escape. However, the rhythm is quite abrupt in places and pulls the reader out of the flow. This is particularly evident in "Never quite finding it, though I struggle and strive" and "I stand alone, cold, confused, only misery composed." The first instance could be corrected with punctuation—perhaps a semicolon. The second example I would rework, weighing the need for both "cold" and "only." ![]() You've effectively captured the narrator's emotional struggles and inability to escape their detrimental looping thought patterns. Most readers will empathize with this plight and easily pick up on the internal conflict, longing for solace, and mistrust. ![]() I found no glaring grammar concerns. You've used excellent imagery and chosen a solid structure for the poem's concept. ![]() The exploration of inner pain is a powerful tool for both the writer and reader and can help untangle the cycle of self-talk. Thank you for sharing your work with us! Jayne ![]() ![]() My approach to reviews: "I'll Explain, but not Disclaim" ![]()
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