(Week 6) #1 free

This is the Pantoum poem I did this week.

Pierced with a suicidal sword,

yet somehow I go on.

Filled with ancestral desires.

I'm tied up in my lover,

Yet somehow I go on.

This is a child's game.

Im tied up in my lover,

the purpose of this will be apparent one day.

This is a child's game

Played sufficiently fierce

The purpose of this will be apparent one day.

As of now the story is occurring.

This is child's game.

Played sufficiently fierce,

The purpose of this will apparent one day.

As of now the story is occurring.

Played sufficiently fierce,

I give off no leads.

As of now the story is occurring.

Deep inside I dream of us,

pierced with a suicidal sword.

Sherita Bolden