Born to Win (Triolet)

by Michael D Nalley   Jul 24, 2014


It's almost four, I cannot sleep
I was born to write, born to win
My private thoughts are mine to keep
It's almost four, I cannot sleep
The reaper's reaped what reapers reap
To dream of rest would be a sin
It's almost four, I cannot sleep
I was born to write, born to win

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  • 10 years ago

    by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-

    Michael this one would've been killer as the last poem on the contest lol I like it :) I like the repetition on the poem and I love the last line of the grand poem :) great work5/5

    -Bet

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