Reaching for a star
Dreams slipping, through my fingers
Pain pulsing through my dilapidated veins
Feeling my last breath of hope slipping away
A bitter and broken shell, of the man I used to be
A contest entry
- The Title Is... by zillion.
300 points, ended March 20, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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At first, I thought this was an acrostic. Then I relaized it wasn't, it was just short, lol. Anyways, the title certainly goes well with the tome and words of your poem. I can't help but think about 'Saving Private Ryan' every time I hear that phrase. What a great movie. Sad, but powerful.
Same goes for your piece. -
WOW
Ok that was different. Morbid almost Marc. Geeez. and look at you using the word dilapidated.. haha I haven't seen that word used in a while. Very good write. Good luck in the contest .. kassie
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thank you I was going for something nobody has seen from me and yes i have a decent vocab some days
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