The intensity of the room,
As stifling as can be.
Surroundings are of gloom,
That choke what's left of me.
I reach out for his hand;
Tears for words they can't convey.
I tell them they don't understand,
That I never loved you anyway.
Author notes
Thanks for reading.
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A contest entry
- Death Bed Confessions by queenie.
1800 points, ended February 13, 2007, 15 entries
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this is a true example of short and to the point.it has a lot of power in its conciseness.a very good read.
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Thank you very much!
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This is another neat one. Who has been lied to here? The ones seeing the tears, or the one crying them. Enimgatic. As always. Well done, skilled of word and phrase with just enough puzzle to rivit me to it. Interesting style you have there.
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Thank you for your comment. I'm not sure if your question was literal though.
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Was not asking a question, no. The poem left that hanging, though, and I liked it, so I mentioned it. You use your words with a skill I can only envy. I would have to use three times as many to say what you say here. Or any of the pieces I have seen of yours'. I like your work. Write on.
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