A Work of Art

August 12, 2008
By Caleb Smith, Bartlesville, OK

This is not a work of art.
It's a tale I have to tell
Of how this place I call my home
Has turned into my hell.

Of lying eyes and hateful looks,
And also many tears;
Of how just getting out of bed
Became my greatest fear.

This tale involves pointless pursiuts,
And many lonely nights.
It has no moral, or a point,
This poem is called my life.

A tragedy, a comedy,
A musical in parts.
But always keep in mind that this...
Is not a work of art.

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This article has 2 comments.

Somekidd said...
on Sep. 1 2008 at 2:37 am
this poem is really thought out and heart felt and I definetly relate to all of it!!

kittyscanfly said...
on Aug. 25 2008 at 3:59 pm
I really enjoyed reading this. I can completely relate to the emotions behind it.


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