The Ugly Duck

Amps are speaking,

Pumps are squeaking.

There's no one on this hill,

I can't collect my fill.

I'm willing.

I'm tilling.

Sat In a crooked nook,

With nowhere to look.

Like a baritone shrill,

Invisible will.

I'm caught on a sharp hook.

I'm caught in a shallow brook.

Sat in a stiff chair of oaken,

Discomforted and unspoken.

Like a cathartic drill,

Escaping a chill.

I'd broken.

Not awoken. 

Not escaped,

But apathy raped.

Something did shook,

What principles took.

But would anyone cook,

The ugly duck?

Author's Note

“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?” ― Epicurus

Reviews

[Jesse]

Nice one....you are such a great writer that you can actually screw around with different structures. Very Nice!

[Anti Phalanx]

Thanks, I'm glad you think so. I thinks it's more of an experimental thing, unbalances it a tad and makes it a bit more interesting to read - for myself at least. I'd say it can mess with the flow but I wouldn't say that's always a bad thing. Thanks for the review Jesse!