I wrote this short poem for a piece of homework to show how structure can influence a poem!
Hope you enjoy it =]




Where are they?

I know they are here, watching, waiting.

Why can’t they just

Leave me alone?

I haven’t done anything. Wrong.


I wish the tables



I haven’t done anything.


No wrong, no trouble making


but it’s my heart that breaking

it just follows me around

like a lost puppy, seeking revenge,


That comes down in fiery vengeance.

But I haven’t done anything

The End

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