To Kill A Fly

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Wow, a real improvement in meter here, congrats. There are a few lines that seem off to me, and some spots where you make the same mistake I do, using little filler words to keep the meter going even when in reality they add nothing to the poem. Something to work on.

There are some typos, and though I'm no punctuation whiz you've got some bizarre stuff going on, I think you may have overdone it and made the work more confusing instead of clarifying. I'll try to help where I can. Fun read.

Oh, it would probably be an easier read if you capitalized by sentence instead of every line. That would help you figure out the punctuation, too.

To kill a fly: A tragic occurrence

I sit and ponder, wonder more;
The time I squander, condors soar, These two lines are a little confusing. No comma after soar.
Around my head; I fall asleep, Period after head.
Astounded something’s calling me, I can't make sense of astounded here.
A dark abyss that’s hard to grip;
It hurts my head to stall and think,
And grasp the vast fall beneath, And is one of those filler words here. The meter breaks at vast fall.
Perhaps at last the contour forms?

I soon begin to look in shock,
A dark abyss was not the black,
I gaze in awe I’m shook and god!
It’s hard to miss this monster pass,
It’s eyes defined as sockets; glass!
The sheen they show on top of that,
Reflects, directs on top of me,
-Smack!-

Now I’m caught between...

The hands of beats who kill galore,
They handle me I feel no more,
A sandal squeezed to drill my form,
Amanda screams and spills the gore,
It’s quite a mess that I have bled,
I am dead they find no mess,
I zoom and see, my doom, and jeeze!
If I’m that ugly you would scream!

Eventually we all will go,
But I'm so small that I will choke,
I cannot think; no calls for hope,
No dreams or schemes with god to cope,
For you its just a death so quick,
A corpse that falls; it's left to sit,
I get that it's an easy task,
But life is nice you need to grasp!

I wake and -gasp!- I take and grasp; No semicolon.
This paper pen and make so fast, So fast is awkward.
A script to show that if you hope,
To drill and kill; leave stiff alone, Period?
The corpse, let death go sort its mess,
In sad decay let pass away,
You killed a beast whom also feels,
And now the fly will never heal!

I sit and ponder, wonder more;
The time I squander, condors soar,
Around my head; they buzz away,
The beast are flies not birds I lied! beasts?
A dark abyss that’s hard to grip;
Tt hurts my head to stall and think, It
And grasp the vast fall beneath,
For flies who die, we all should weep!

I hope this helps a bit, a few reworked lines would go a long way. You could look through it and probably drop a lot of the commas. Good luck with it, your hard work shows.