Regression the original poem

The original.

Regression  

You are bound to a den of sin
Where do you begin
in the suffering of the day?  

All dressed up; nowhere to go
Your armour mask points out a wrapped trapped
moment in a skin that won’t last

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

A very well thought out poem using the ten words to their very best advantage. Thanks for submitting this. ~ Helena :)

[Andy Ruffett]

Thanks. What do you think of the other version? I feel it flows better: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AndRuff8/1108405/

[Helen Crutchett]

Yes, I agree! The other version is better in my opinion.