Days Like The Pauper's Purse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HIHJKIL MINOPEN EQNRRNN STEENUJ| When the game is over before it even begins | A |
| And streaming tears only but irritate your bruised cheeks | B |
| It's hard to tell if truly there's light at the tunnel's end | C |
| It's hard to cut the strings of emotions which agony pulls taut | D |
| Amidst the turbulent waves of trouble and strife | E |
| One struggles to keep abreast at least | F |
| Yet your life is a constant source of weariness | G |
| - | |
| Memories that sting and fear of what tomorrow will bring | H |
| Anger that burns scars for eternity | I |
| But guess what you can't do anything | H |
| When you tried what you brought to table was merely meagre | J |
| And when you become lax life couldn't get worse | K |
| The aura of helplessness chokes me | I |
| As it seems like I fell into the wrong hands | L |
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| Occasionally the turnout is good enough to eat | M |
| A soothing distraction from the pangs of reality | I |
| Wait for the swerve to hit you and for a moment | N |
| When you begin to bear the brunt of hardship | O |
| You might just think all of it is surreal | P |
| Hook line and sinker you swallow the pills of a sad life | E |
| However wearing the mask of a happy jaybird | N |
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| Nothing stings more than living a doleful life | E |
| Nothing stresses more than seeking the peak of satisfaction | Q |
| I drag my exhausted muscles up down everyday | N |
| In search of where I can fetch a few bails of prime time without a dime | R |
| Few bails to last me a lifetime | R |
| But even the streams I find | N |
| All of them in a state of turbidity | N |
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| Neither can the nightingale nor I see a reflection of who I truly am | S |
| Give me a spade and I'll dig up my grave | T |
| Give me a knife watch me cut short my life | E |
| I won't look back I'm not Lot's wife | E |
| I choose to let go and let God | N |
| Though I wish I was with God sometimes | U |
| Now I'm full let the ride stop here | J |
Obagha Chiamaka
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Poet's note: The Pauper's Purse is a metaphorical representation of emptiness. Some days are terrible, horrible and up to no good. However, days of this kind will definitely pass for better days are ahead.
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