What do you think about my poem what do you think about the language does it has a particuler rythem or beat does it have visual pattern when you look at it
A pale body, disheveled and shoddy
Lay in the living room dead.
She's cold, and not so old.
A pity, somebody said.
Her heart stopped beating, her body not bleeding
It happened a couple seconds ago.
The misshapen chance of her deadliest dance
So tragic her fate she did show.
Her presence is meek and we can but seek
The cause of this gruesome end.
With utmost of dread, her visage so red,
We pause in that news that we send.
Nobody cares of her woeful despairs
As she fulfilled her wishes to die.
It comes to us all to answer her call
For help that asks only, "Why?"
No longer alive she never will thrive
Her truth silenced and denied.
A beauty so lost at just such a cost:
So false and so ugly, her suicide
When someone shares her desperate cares,
Listen with heart ever true.
For the next time we come to beat on this drum
The victim we see could be you.
A pale body, disheveled and shoddy
Lay in the living room dead.
She's cold, and not so old.
A pity, somebody said.
Her heart stopped beating, her body not bleeding
It happened a couple seconds ago.
The misshapen chance of her deadliest dance
So tragic her fate she did show.
Her presence is meek and we can but seek
The cause of this gruesome end.
With utmost of dread, her visage so red,
We pause in that news that we send.
Nobody cares of her woeful despairs
As she fulfilled her wishes to die.
It comes to us all to answer her call
For help that asks only, "Why?"
No longer alive she never will thrive
Her truth silenced and denied.
A beauty so lost at just such a cost:
So false and so ugly, her suicide
When someone shares her desperate cares,
Listen with heart ever true.
For the next time we come to beat on this drum
The victim we see could be you.