Weightless.
Imagine this,
Footless in a fire place.
Noose and bound,
dance around.
Kiss my cheek,
Leave me on the ground.
Dead flowers in the vace,
without a trace.
Voiceless, tasteless, shirtless.
Shelved and wasted.
Hate this.
The sun peaks the Texas horizon,
Close the window, you’ll let flies in.
Poetry
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I enjoyed reading this piece. The title is what first caught my attention: it is interesting and engaging. I am glad you used rhyming words to tie the whole poem together. This poem has a sad sense, I can feel the emotion in it.