When will I break?
When will I finally reach my end?
Without physical life to control my fate
This cycle I have no hope to suspend.
I am ashamed to say that it was I
who with the warrants of death were penned.
Lives of those so close to God
Taken away by the mouths of devils
All professing to speak His word
then each one in the sight of death revels.
Though I am not one amongst man
but isn't that wrong on many levels?
Each time I'm forced
To sign away a life
The ink is red,
Red as the blood on the end of a knife.
If there is such a thing as God
I would ask that he end this strife!
The next paper laid out,
They bid me do their blood work again.
I'm not quite sure,
But I think this innocent makes ten.
For my feather to snap
I scream to this God "when?"
Maybe I will try to Buddha.
Bring me the peace of Zen!
Just bring peace swiftly.
Take the life of me, a pen!
Author notes
This was written for my English III class. It was a project where I had to write a rhyming poem that personified an inanimate object in the time of the Salem Witch Trials.
Written October 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- A Moment in Time (contest by sinnastarr) by Sinnastarr.
590 points, ended December 31, 2007, 39 entries
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This was a very interesting piece. There was some good imagery here. You portrayed your thoughts well. Also, some very good imagery. I hope you got a good mark in your English class for this piece.
Thank you so much for entering my contest and I wish you the best of luck. -
i loved it! very unique concept and such splendid use of words. the salem witch trials hold a piece of my dread and heart being a pagan priestess. simply exquisite keep up the great work
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