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S.O.S

S.O.S Mayday my heart was just shot down crashing un perceivable into the ground concealed without sound my call for help keeping my pain stealth relinquished in my chest S.O.S the international distress signal for help someone hear my plea mayday someone please come rescue me my hearts abandoned so imperishably switching channels so despitely the memories and pain is more than my mind can handle pierces my hearts crust deep into the mantle straight through the inner core my hearts falling impalpable deep into the ocean floor as my boundless cries of pain engulfs my plane replacing my confessions of everything if pain is love than this must a blessing

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/20/2009 3:27:00 PM
Love the way this poem moves, Everett. I can sense the stacatto tempo of a telegraph sounding out the S.O.S. Very clever not to use any punctuation except for in the "S.O.S." It really adds to the poem's upbeat meter.
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