These Days
These days of living bruise my soul.
Lost in the maze of uncertainty,
following the path to a broken north pole.
These days of living bruise my soul.
Another paper line used for damage control,
tears and blood blurring the line mournfully.
These days of living bruise my soul.
Lost in the maze of uncertainty.
Poetic Form #39: Triolet
The triolet form has a unique structure. It is an 8-line poem with the
following format:
following format:
A - first line
B - second line
a - rhymes with first line
A - repeat first line
a - rhymes with first line
b - rhymes with second line
A - repeat first line
B - repeat second line
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