The water drips from the pipe in the corner
This basement room, my rancid home
Fills me with contempt for all
Anger pulses through my veins as
Young Lovers stroll by
What I wouldn't give
To trade one of them places
Hand in hand, soon to make love
That sweet pleasure that I'll never know
And ever the desire fills me with emptiness
The emptiness that can never be filled
It consumes all
I eat anything in sight
I buy everything I can't afford
It doesn't matter, for I must always look
My best
And I sit in my cold damp basement
Doing nothing
Surrounded by the facade of happiness
Always searching to increase it
In the vain hope that
One day the happiness will be real
But all these things are temporary
Never will I be content
For I fill my soul with empty ghosts
and shadows
Author notes
I read the rules, Choice #2
A contest entry
- 7 Deadly sins by shattered logic.
505 points, ended March 16, 2007, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sadness. Much sadness. A lot of the deadly sins, and it's vicious and empty. Yet almost hopeful, but not really. Nicely written, and nice imagery.
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