Was It Right?
This poem is in a form called Bop, a relatively new form that I've done some experimentation with. Unfortunately, the experiments have recently been exploding in my face, but I hope you enjoy them anyway!
All I feel is pain.
No hope, love, fright.
Just agonizing fire burning
Over my body
As those kids drive away.
My eyes are closing.
I saved his life.
But what now?
Sara's here,
Her smell brings me home,
Makes me remember the good times.
But then I try to move
And pain overrides my mind.
Sleep is welcoming me
Into her arms
Like a mother soothing a child.]
I saved his life.
But what now?
Stanley is grateful
As he is alive.
DJ is dead
And that's on me.
The physical pain is leaving me
But the mental agony has only begun.
I saved his life.
But what now?