So one sits in life.
All around the strife.
From every angle comes life.
Pricking my cushion type strife.
Like missles from far away.
Into my life every day.
Confusion of others ways.
Finds my pin cushion life days.
Conflict from outside fills me.
My cushion of pins like limbs of a tree.
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quite intresting how long have you written poetry. i have only written it for a few years 2 and a half i think i prefer books
I enjoyed this writing! short but powerful in meaning!
this is a very deep poem and i like your metaphor of the pin cushion as life. it certainly seems that way for me right now. thank you for posting this
Just read this again, I enjoyed it still. It is good that you can write more than about Jesub. Are you also Struggling Poewhit? Join the army you said to me. No thanks, not after seeing what it did to my dad.
Read the poem liked the metaphor. My life is like a cheese grater.
Evelyn
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