My Eraser's Gone

The thing I kept so close to me
is gone,
misplaced,
I don't know what happened to it
my eraser has disappeared,
now I have to be perfect,
and make no mistakes;
all because my erasers gone
I must live a dull life
without color
or spark!
because I can't erase
bad decisions from my past,
without my eraser
I'm boring like waiting on
paint to dry,
my life is like a slow breeze,
a horrible memory,
that can't be fixed,
all because my eraser's gone

Author's Note

A friend on another writing site suggested to write about losing a(n) eraser, and I came up with this.

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

Interesting take on your friend's suggestion. I like the idea of having to be perfect because you can't fix your mistakes. It seemed like the lines "I'm bored like waiting on / paint to dry" were separated in a weird place, which made them kind of choppy.

[Hello, Goodbye]

certainly feelings that I have felt before.. you express the emotions well..

[Joel M Frye]

Good judgment comes from experience;
experience from bad judgment.

Don't know anyone who's never made a bad decision, eraser or no. I like the concept of your poem, and the execution...your writing is improving by leaps and bounds, Ta'shandra. I just don't buy the major premise. Well written.

[Linda]

Likey xxxx

[Crimson Goddess]

nice. very interesting.

[brenda]

you are so creative nice write

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Such imagination you used here from a simple thing like losing an eraser to something thought provoking. Great work indeed:)

[Audrey Howitt]

Nice job! I loved the premise of this poem!

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Cool idea. Excellent execution.

cool stuff.

[knowman]

I sure can relate to this, well done, says a lot.