I haven't written poetry in ages, so I'm glad to have something original to submit.
The first thing that popped into my head one day was the last stanza of this poem, which was partly inspired by the taunting song of the Gingerbread Man.
I was looking for magazines in England that published short stories and poetry, when I came across one that was looking for poems about isolation. Although I haven't submitted any of my work to be published, I still thought of continuing my poem.
I tried to make the whole poem rhyme at first, but eventually I gave up and made only the last stanza rhyme (rhyming poetry was never my strongest suit).
The poem is inspired by a lot of things in my life:
The lonliness of my last two years of high school
The feeling of being out of place as a person with dual nationality who lived in two different countries (born in the Phillippines, lived in Egypt, currently in England)
My own tendency to enjoy solitude and to wander around from place to place just to be alone.
Not to mention the number of transient relationships I have had with people who I probably will never see again.
I'm not sure how well it turned out, but comments and suggestions are welcome.
Let me know what you think, and hope you enjoy it!
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1.) How do you feel about the structure of the stanzas? Does it read too much like prose?
2.) Are there any parts that don't make any sense?
3.) Any lines or stanzas that could be modified somewhat?
4.) General opinions?
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