How Good, How Could?

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Try and guess the meaning of this poem :)


Quiet now,
I don’t see
Any harm.
Quiet now,
Hold on,
Hold on tight.
I don’t see, no
I don’t see
Anything that could hurt you
Anything that could
Cause you harm.

Quiet now,
Shutter and be
Still.
It’ll all pass,
It’ll all pass soon.
Stay still
Don’t move
It’ll be better
That way,
Much better.

Don’t move
They’ll come
They’ll judge you.
(How good
Could I have been?)

Be still
They’ll lie
They’ll hurt you.
(How good
Could I have been?)

We’ll all be fine now
But I won’t
Stop.
(How good
How good?)

The quiet will
Hurt you,
Harm you.
(Could I have
Possibly been?)




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At first I thought this was talking about a lightning storm, but after about the second stanza I dropped that. I really don't know what it's about...

Anyway, your line breaks are terrible. They break the flow horribly. Naturally we take a short, almost non-existent, pause after each line. It doesn't sound right with this poem.

Anyway, I'm not quite sure about this poem. Hm...

If you revise it, give me a PM?

-Jared
Just write -- the rest of life will follow.

Would love help on this.




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I have absolutely no idea what its about, but completely disagree with the last comment. I think the line breaks are imperative to the suspense and dragging the reader in, and they build up a quickening rhythm, heightened by the italicised sections of inner thoughts.
However, some lines do need full stops at the end in order to create this suspense. Comment me what its about please! :D
Keep writing




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I have a feeling you're reading some of this wrong. Try and read the line breaks with less of a pause. They are there to create a sense of urgency and a fleeting feeling, not as much to be use as a pause. It's meant to be read fast.



If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind