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Unshackle My Verse

The End Is Near My existence is under absolute rule of a dictator regime, I have grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical, overbearing man; (and family) he has built huge walls, cutting us off from the world- no one leaves; or ever enters. He jailed all journalist, newscasters, and activists, and ended newspapers; all writing is illegal- the law is death if caught. No books are allowed and all libraries have padlocks, (and schools) A black cloud hangs in the sky from coal burning; nothing green exists, and all is brown, (nothing wild survives) I live in the basement of my ruined home; my activist parents have disappeared, and I write poems. I have to (I must) it is in my blood, although the punishment great; yesterday, I ran out of paper and I am writing on walls. The end is near- and there is no future. ____________________ April 1, 2017 Verse/Unshackle My Verse Copyright Protected, ID 889040 Unshackle My Verse Kim Rodriques

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 4/9/2017 9:08:00 AM

A beautifully dark write, Constance:) should do well:)

Paul Callus

Date: 4/7/2017 10:52:00 AM

I like your creative take on this theme, Constance; very expressive; a vivid description of life under a tyrannical evil dictator. But it is the reference to poetry writing which mainly grabs my attention. #7 Regards // paul

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/1/2017 2:17:00 PM

Overbearing dictators do create walls to end people's power to communicate with each other. Without the ability to exchange thoughts, we lose our sense of the world outside these walls. How sad it would be to live in a basement, knowing there is no joy in the future. Excellent take on the contest theme, Constance. Wishing you success! (Hope your weather has improved; there's a snowstorm blanketing New England states today.)

David Waldrop

Date: 4/1/2017 2:14:00 PM

Very well written. This poem is surrounded by Passion and understanding in Loss. Anne Frank was a very passionate woman. I believe she has read this poem. One day she will tell you how much she loves it as well. Beautifully written

Frederic Parker

Date: 4/1/2017 12:40:00 PM

A whole generation actually lived this poem in the 1930's one was named Anne Frank..good luck dear poet... just stopped back I just read about the contest you entered and now understand why your poem was written

Probir Gupta

Date: 4/1/2017 10:38:00 AM

Nicely expressed feelings of the intensity of getting unshackled ... a pleasure indeed to read the poem ...

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/1/2017 10:35:00 AM

FANTASTIC, dear!!! Oh, I hope I can come up with something as good as yours for this challenge. typo on fourth line up from bottom "to" a SEVEN

Lisa Ricci

Date: 4/1/2017 9:45:00 AM

Good Morning Broken. I know this entry is for a contest thus I hope your words and tale are your poetic expression and not true to life however yes this situation happens but never should. Your words and expression are both powerful and expressive and vivid that the reader sees and feels the situation. Well done entirely. Good luck with the contest.