Wow.
I am asking this question strictly for the sake of curiosity, and you 100% don't have to answer, but how long have you been writing poetry? This piece feels very realized—the rhythm, style, and vocabulary choices come together very nicely. Personally, it left me with a very haunted feeling, like this poem is about something deeper (unless I'm reading too far deep into it). It makes me think of true crime cases involving hitchhikers.
I have to say, too, that your use of imagery is killer; "I’m not actually sure he’s an angel. . . maybe he’s just an apparition/Like a vulture/Some phantom, drinking cheap beer, and waiting to steal our delusions for its own" and "In a wasteland, constantly moving, the angel tearing itself to bloody ribbons/With its own smile, and screaming bloody hell and hate/This angel is dead for sure/Cuz this angel is us-the dead-roaders, eternally damned, road-kill" are two very, very strong lines.
The rhythm is solid. The tone is somewhat bleak but the poem itself is breathtaking. You did beautifully on this piece. I'm excited to read more! Well done!
Points: 390
Reviews: 5
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