Weak Freak

Weak Freak

A Poem by WeakFreak

Weak Freak

Weak Freak, Weak Freak what a day,
Who says you can't get away?
Is it the monster in your head?
I know it's not the one under your bed,
They say that they are in pain,
Or that they think they know,
But you know it's just a show.


Weak Freak, Weak Freak what a week,
Do you know of what you speak?
Maybe you will hide away,
But someday they will find,
Your body laying in the dirt of your mind.



Weak Freak, Weak Freak what a month,
Maybe that won't be enough,
Call yourself myself and me,
Maybe one day you will see.



Weak Freak, Weak Freak what a year,
Only you can see what's here,
But what's here isn't even real,
It's just time,
It passes slow,
As it waits for you to go,
Or let go.



Weak Freak, Weak Freak what a life,
I guess that you got by,
But in darkness deep you festered,
And that darkness took a likeing,
To that heart that once was kind,
But I guess that's all cause soon you'll....
I mean I'll,
Simply say goodbye and good night.

© 2018 WeakFreak


Author's Note

WeakFreak
So this one has very deep meaning to me, I feel like it makes since to me but maybe other people don't know what I'm saying so I'd love to hear what you guys think

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I like how you started from day to week to month to year and then to life. It was a really great poem and I am happy that you started small and went big. This poem is really good you have a big future.

Posted 7 Months Ago


WeakFreak

7 Months Ago

Thank you very much For the review cole
Cole Anderson

7 Months Ago

No problem.
I can understand why Angel cried whilst reading this piece.

What you offer us are a number of hourglasses, each one broken in some way. One doesn’t have any sand. Another has cracked glass. By the time we get to the last hourglass, the glass is stained in such a way thst we can only hear a trickle of sand inside.

I see this piece as a Hitchcock film, normal life set against huge looming horror. The nursery rhyme structure is the normal life. The closing to each stanza is what got my heart thumping in terror for you.

An achingly beautiful tableau.

V



Posted 9 Months Ago


WeakFreak

9 Months Ago

Thank you! You found it! glad you liked it!
I got sad after I read your poem.. Is it pain and sadness you are feeling? Cause that's what I felt.. Sometimes I think of myself as Weak Freak too, literally.. This is a wonderful poem... And you conveyed it beautifully..

Posted 9 Months Ago


WeakFreak

9 Months Ago

thank you!!!!!
Flowers of Eternity

9 Months Ago

No, thank you for sharing your thoughts...
WeakFreak

9 Months Ago

Of course :)
Dear child, you seem to be a soul in deepest pain! I found myself with literal tears in my eyes by the end. That makes it a success, though. The aim of poetry, of ALL writing, after all, is to convey emotion.
You need to work a bit on the meter, though, I say with an eye to making the poem more easy in its ebb and flow.
Just as an example:Is it the monster in your head?/It's not the one beneath your bed... it is the same idea, but with better flow.
Still, you do make me feel the fear and anxiety you speak of, and for that, you get a good rating!

Posted 9 Months Ago


WeakFreak

9 Months Ago

Wow! Thank you. I love to write but I've never taken any courses or anything, I'm not even good at s.. read more

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WeakFreak
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I'm kind of odd, and kind of normal, I'm good at faking things and I like writing cause I can tell the truth and no one thinks anything of it cause to them it's just a poem, or just a story. And maybe.. more..

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