I'm bound by this obsession
And this is my confession.
I peered inside the mirror
And there I saw still clearer,
All the marks of this disease
From my efforts to appease
This compulsion inside me.
Soon I see a greater brand;
One that I still watch expand.
On my soul does this one rest
While my sorrows do infest;
It feeds on blood and sadness
And drives me to such madness
That I do it all again.
Oh, why do I desire
These wounds that I acquire?
These marks of such distortion
From a dark soul's contortion;
They mar my skin so pallid
And sing disaster's ballad
For my spirit's revival.
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This poem reminds me, with it's flow and rhyme, of the raven by Poe so I am just delighted that I wrote it.
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This was.... better than anything else I've read today! Congratulations! Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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this is so sad i love your work and am very glad you chose to enter my contest. good luck!
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hmmm, painful piece this is. very good write, but very painful
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no matter how wanton we are to defy the laws of gravity,there will always be chains that bound us to this bleak world.
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I can so relate to this as well. You are very talented. Thank you for sharing it. Good luck in the contest. Jeannie
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This was magnetic from the beginning. A sad reality but written so beautifully. I love the form.. The Risen Sun is a great poet and this form he created is perfect for your poem. You made this form look remarkable with your piercing heartfelt lines. I just adored the rhyme and it all flowed so smoothly. I am a huge fan of unusual and intriguing words.. and your word usage was flawless. Thank you greatly for entering this work of art into my contest.
Amy
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