How I wish your words were golden.
But often, fighting black thoughts
that circumvent, colorful outputs and
hopeful dreams. Like the sun, as it does
rise time and time again, remaing hopeful;
imagining,what life could have been,
if certain things were never uttered by you.
You'd spew your discontent, and
I... frozen as I chipped away to almost nothing.
Golden cherubs, rubbed my feet and warmed my
essence as I slowly arose from the dead.
A contest entry
- Color Me Quickly - 24 hour contest by Heart Sutra.
405 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well Done!
I like your use of metaphors, the imagery here is good as well!
Another fine write, thanks for sharing you! All the best in the contest too! 
for you. 
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yes, many times I have wished that someone's thoughts or words were golden, only to find out they were black with the murkiness of being shallow. thank you for sharing this poem.
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Good
Very well done thank your for sharing this piece.
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Your so welcome!
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