I had a life of my own, then…
I don’t know what hit my world
loud wails demanding something
logic thrown to the winds
I don’t know what hit my world
I just live from day to day
logic thrown to the winds
became a giant with feet of clay
I just live from day to day
I had a life of my own, then…
became a giant with feet of clay
loud wails demanding something
Reena Saxena 
Love the format of this poem. Is there a particular name for this style? And yes, can absolutely feel what you are saying. This is too good!
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It is a pantoum. Thanks so much for the appreciation!
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Thanks for the clarification 😁
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Check this out. It is the easiest tool to write a pantoum http://jacobjans.com/pantoum.html
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Thank you so much for sharing! I’m interested to learn more.
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Life has a habit of happening…like it or not. Good to know the loud wails eventually stop…for the most part.
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The learning comes with experience. Thank you, Patricia!
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For something so short it was as very spot on.
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Thank you, Tony!
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Yup, that’s what babies do too you. Good take Reena
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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