A Poem A Day
While the heart turns black
we lost our track
the heart must mend
but I don’t have a clue
we lost our track
what was told was true
but I don’t have a clue
of what I should do
what was told was true
I didn’t believe
what I should do
I think he’ll leave
I didn’t believe
the heart must mend
I think he’ll leave
while the heart turns black
By Alyssa, 7th grade
[photo by kreg.steppe via flickr]
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Comments
Oh. The angst of this one strikes home. Good work!
I like this pantoum! Great use of repetition!