Under the ladder
Where you like to play
Dangers consume you
Become your Prey
First step lust
Lack of feeling
Mirrored in your painting
No such thing as Healing
Fall Back down
Stay down too young
Lie for a while
Memorize their tongue
The ladder remains
The apple you your eye
Until you climb to the peak
The reality never lies
Ring around the preacher
Will never get you by
Stay still and quiet
Till someone tells you why
Paint and water
spilt your secret
Sabating the brush
Form nothing but regret
And so the ladder
Has played it's part
In the keeping of you
From following your heart.
A contest entry
- Therapy and Meaning by Golden Guardian.
400 points, ended February 20, 2007, 32 entries
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Comments
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ooh lovely
splendidly dark and stabingly true to most, i feel that although most wont admit it, almost all people could connect with this wonderful wright. bravo.
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This is very good! I wish I could say more but I'm at a slight loss of words. Great poem!
-Ethan
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