The world,
gray and bleak.
Infectious strains
stain the skin of the meek
The flesh exposed
to safeguard the light,
the pure essence of the soul
which this world wishes to spite.
The skin lay bare
for all to see,
a shell of a self,
not the true, inner me.
The flesh takes the strain
from society.
Slowly corroded
in the purgatory.
Little bits of the light seep through
as the body wares down under the pressure.
The pure light soon to be seen and criticized
and cracked with a fissure.
Author notes
Made to go with the picture in the contest. Also, wish I could have made more lines so the last few are longer to try to fit in what I wanted to keep it to 20 lines like in the rules. I know they are weird since they are longer but it is the best I could do. I might make another version sometime and lengther it.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration.....LOOK Inside....Welcome to the Fringe by Luna Tique Fringe.
475 points, ended April 16, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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Interesting
You allways have a way of showing a side of you through your words you don't show otherwise. This is so open, plain, you are not hiding behind anything. I always enjoy seing a bit more of you as a person. *~*
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Thank you for you entry,
Introspective penning..vulnerable. Well written.
There is great beauty within this.
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