Classical Jazz '05





As He enters the room

Her good times leave

Now her only friend is her greatest enemy


The fist is raised …

Its over


As his fist leaves her face

A bruise on her heart grows

And the feeling of led at the bottom of her stomach



Heavier Heavier 


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Artist: matt gordon
School: North Allegheny

In this poem I wanted to give the reader more think room to think during the middle while at the end I wanted to make the final point my own. This poem came quick to me on paper but I gave it some serious thought beforehand. I used descriptive language and embjammit to convey a clear point.


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