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Payyton Egerstaffer

Rookie (May 27 / Fort Polk, Louisiana)

I Know Something You Don't Know..........


I know something you don't know
As I watch her while the tears silently flow
I know something you don't know
As I clean up the blood in the snow
I know something you don't know
When she won't say hello
I know something you don't know
When her eyes no longer go aglow
I know something you don't know
When she refuses to let the hurt show
I know something you don't know
When she thinks she belongs to below
I know something you don't know
When you asked about the scars that were put there long ago
I know something you don't know

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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  • Rookie Matthew Harrison (8/17/2009 5:41:00 PM)

    I love recurring line poems. They enable you too keep a theme throughout the poem and amongst broader ideas. I don't tend to use them as every other line, mostly at the head or tail of a stanza. The purpose of poetry being to say something complex, simply. Repetition is at odds with this, but it illuminates your ability to maintain rhyme. Loved the theme. Well done. (Report) Reply

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