It

It couldn’t be the thing that I held, or the thing I clung to in the night- It couldn’t be me who was compelled, or brought me frigid fright. It could’ve been the thing that I lost, or the thing that captured my soul- It could’ve been me who paid the cost, with insanity eating me whole. What is it to you? Who are you to me? What am I to do, why won’t it let me be... It couldn’t be the thing that left, when I needed it most in life- It couldn’t be me who was bereft, when I was suffering in strife. It could’ve been the thing that I craved, or the thing that hungered for mercy- It could’ve been the thing that saved me when my blind eyes couldn’t see. What is it to you? What is it to me? When the lies turn true, is when it’ll let me be. IT Poetry Contest December 10, 2017

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John Lawless

Date: 12/13/2017 11:59:00 AM

The vagaries of "IT", creeping through our lives. The refrains slow the read and allow the stanza a breath along with the reader. Nicely written Laura and thanks or entering the contest

Probir Gupta

Date: 12/11/2017 12:09:00 AM

Lovely weaving around IT ... Enjoyed reading ...

Lu Loo
Date: 12/11/2017 6:50:00 AM

thank you dear Probir :)

Eve Roper

Date: 12/10/2017 9:34:00 PM

Interesting ideas, Laura, good luck in the contest :)

Lu Loo
Date: 12/11/2017 6:50:00 AM

thank you sweet Eve :)

Pipping Stars

Date: 12/10/2017 12:47:00 PM

when the lies turn true is when it'll let me be ... ... uhm ... yeah ... so never... yeah it will never stop chasing you ... uhm ... love ain't an it ... we wouldn't think ... uhm ... it .... uhm ... so many questions ... could evil be called it ... it is trying to destroy us all ... only blood covers it ... come the final curtain call ... your write brought us to thought ...