Losing grip on broken reality,
capturing the souls of modern mortality.
Hungered hope plays in the time of our minds,
watching for weakness in Devil's divine.
Watching and waiting,
hungered and lost.
Time has left us stranded,
as our dreams pay the cost.
We're slipping away,
these tears strangle our souls.
Slipping away,
this world has turned so cold.
Slipping away,
as the storm fills broken hands;
capturing its time,
in the hourglass sands.
Caged in the boundaries of life's endeavor,
waiting for something in this forever.
The hands keeping moving through the faces,
as each clock counts the time it erases.
...and we're slipping away,
these tears strangle our souls.
Slipping away,
this world has turned so cold.
Slipping away,
as the storm fills broken hands;
capturing its time,
in the hourglass sands.
Waiting for something that will never come;
watching the moments pass until our days are done.
Watching and waiting,
hungered and lost.
Time has left us stranded,
as our dreams pay the cost.
Author notes
I read: "Absence of Soul"
"Butterfly"
Written October 25th, 2005
A contest entry
- Five or Less by luckynsincere.
350 points, ended November 2, 2005, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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First off, Thank You for replying to my topic "One Poem". Next, I'd like to say that this was a great piece of poetry. It was a little "dark" for my taste, but I rather enjoyed it. You have great talent. Thank You once again.
ArchAngel -
wow...I LOVE YOUR IMAGERY AND FLOW IN THIS. just a beautiful and perfect piece of fine work you have hear. Spectacular job!
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Thanks for entering... and a special thanks for following the rules. That is so appreciated. Your poem was very deep. It flowed so smoothly... and seemed to linger in my mind even after the reading. And the truth that you have stroked here with your pen has opened my eyes to the same realization. I look back now, seeing that I have long forgotten of a lot of my goals and dreams, or have they forgotten me? Well, nonetheless... it is a painful glimpse into the once unknown. Like the first burst of sunlight after you have been in the shade of night for far far to long. This was well written and ming tingling. Thanks again for sharing this for the contest... and I wish you the best of luck!
Melanie
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I read this poem yesterday, but I didn't have the energy to comment on it. And now that I think of it,that fact fits right into what I have to say.
If I was to look back on what I expected to have accomplished by now, I find myself short of achieving many of my goals set. Somehow, life just seems to have left us behind or worse, somewhere in the middle.
So it's easy for me to understand what you're going at. Great poem!
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good write sister! I enjoyed reading it because not only was it thought provoking it was easy to understand where you were coming from. Well done, Farewell, Lost Crow Child
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