Mark 4:12

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Chasing, striving.
She will not be satisfied
Lost and confused
She batters the doors
To what she thinks is love
Down the long hallway
She rushes, rushes
Not knowing, never knowing
That through each gate,
Underneath every archway
Is just another
Another another
Empty room.

My darling, my treasure,
I am forever behind you
Whispering your beauty
Singing my devotion
Crying out to your soul.
Oh, that you might turn and look to me!
That I might one day hold you in my arms.
But you are blind, my dearest,
You are blind.





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BrightBurningCampeador This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 4:03 pm
I love it! The repitition makes it much more powerful I think. I can clearly imagine this poem spoken aloud, the voice climbing or falling with each repitition. And I love how you named it after a passage in the bible. It shows you thought this poem out carefully.
 
leafy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 2, 2011 at 6:01 pm
i like this poem, and on the contrary, i like the repitition. keep up the good work!
 
lilmartz This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 1, 2011 at 10:54 pm
I like the message of this poem! However, I don't really like how you repeated some words. To me, repeating some of the words didn't make the poem flow right. You still did a nice job though, and the picture you chose to go along with it is perfect. Nice work :)
 
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