My intention was only
To kill him through poetry
Surely and slowly.
My intention wasn’t to
Hurt him physically
My thoughts and words
Last longer
with my pen
I can
beat him down harder
My intention wasn’t to hurt him,
My intention was to kill him slowly
Through my words
Through my poetry
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1 comment:
I like that in this you are acknowledging that as writers we have some power of the subjects we write about... as if we control whether they breathe or die, what they do and how they do it... but at the same time it is as if the character also has a life of its own (perhaps you are talking about an actual person) but that a writers pen can be sharp and take off with our thoughts quite before we are done thinking them, or of the consequences. In the world of our creation, we are in control.... almost.
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