Hey Everyone! I would appreciate it if I could have some constructive criticism of my poem! I have a very unique style of poetry, I hope you enjoy it! (By the way, this poem is meant to be read aloud, with longer pauses at dashes, and shorter pauses at the end of lines).
Crying, flying, jerked away
The flashing tears—a’ twinkling
Garnets gleam keen, deep blood still
Precious, serendipitous fall—
Flowing, flitting tolerant swill
Mighty may, maybe heave to
Slay in assumption— an assumption wrought
Been rot, fey rot, constant—
Constant its lot, to cry, see—
Its lot lachrymose too, see—
Too lachrymose to see, it
Cries, it dies, dreams, weeps, lies—lies
Here, though through thicket lots, it tried
And tries, but fey rotten, constant
Lice and sties make tears shrivel
Maggots churn the earthen tumble
Toss and turn, seeing whatnot,
Seeing not what upon they—
Their perhaps chance prey, that is—
Stumble, as once mist-eyed kinds
Nearby fumbled, with upright backs,
They leased downright rib-cracking racks—
Then, the hammerhead drove down,
To fiercely pierce—‘smackety smack’—
In one third Devil’s count—
The numeration, final—
Rested that far, hand firmly grasped
Onto a star
Into the dust