Trapped...
Not thinking they
could leave me lying
here frozen but awake
...Silence came from
places hardly ever
known to be quiet but
now...now I'm the
secret wall they lean
upon to catch a quick
smoke -and yet, all could
be done is nothing
If...if only
things were different
to the point where my
void could transform
in a sound with a voice;
dared not dream of this
unlikely fantasy
They stare...
Staring as I'm marked
all over and taunted with
looks of sheer disgust
as I reach out to ask
a simple question
Though what lead me here
I don't know--observe once
more as this void tries to
speak again with this soundless
voice
Whisperers now sit
on the sides of this
mundane hole only to
look through to the other-side
Trapped...
They stared...
As the foggy sighs
are released, they still
catch a quick smoke and
look away in grave disgust
Author notes
If you compare walls and homeless ppl, you'd think they're one and the same so its as if the homeless are the walls...
...hence why i wrote like this
Written December 6th, 2005
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A contest entry
- Icy Images by MuddyKing.
300 points, ended December 8, 2005, 8 entries
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Comments
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Glorious gold trophy for this great write. Congratualtions,
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Queenie, I see such a change in your style..and I love it...this is brilliant..I love the wall images
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lol i know right. I know exactly how you feel
Rae -
GOOD POINT GOOD WRITE
COULD GET INTO A LONG DISCUSSION ON THIS BUT........... I WONT LOL
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