Maxwell Collier Poet ABC

This Life

i myself, will never change, i have so much, to rearrange, this life i live, it is so strange, i am locked on, but out of range. some things in life, just will not be, i live my life, inside a tree, the best of life, is never free, you could not take, the things i see. it seems like love, comes with a fee, lets all sit down, and have some tea, ill stand my ground, i will not flee, knowledge is power, and power is key. i'm trapped inside, a tangled net, this life of mine, the trap is set, the end is near, but i wont fret, ill die alone, and that ill bet. inside my head, there is a war, i have treasure, but only four, people say, that i'm a bore, i'm done for good, i'm at my core.

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Mario De Paz June 5, 2013 at 9:27 AM Interesting way of writing poems. There are rhymes which sound very well. About the contents, a diffuse sense of futility of life pervades the poem, but writing itself is useful!