Abe's Oddysee Poem
Hey! I wrote a poem. Tell me if it sucks and if it's any good, where should I send it to?
Abe's Oddysee
The natives sit,
Staring at the stars.
Not knowing their brothers,
Chains and the bars.
Yet somewhere off,
In another land.
A savior’s sky,
Beholds his hand.
But time will tell,
This hero’s tale.
His fate as fickle,
As a blowing sail.
Swinging from directions,
East and West.
And unknowing of,
Its place of rest.
For rest is not,
A word for Abe.
He knows nothing but,
His fellow slave.
Whom is trapped alone,
In places rotten.
Punished for sins,
Long ago forgotten.
But forgotten sins,
Leave lasting marks.
Putting many in the,
Ruptured Farms.
Where they cut the beasts,
For a special taste.
But when testing comes,
Now Abe must face.
These creatures of dark,
And of little sight.
The amazing scrab,
And the paramite.
But there’s never time,
For mere curiosity .
Not in this tale:
Abe’s Oddysee.
Okay, Now: Does it suck?
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