He left us all gone to another place
So we thought
They brought it back
But not him
He was gone a shell destroyed
His image preserved
His mannerisms intact
But this was not him
He didn't have the same light
The spirit inside
The passion to succeed
Who or what is this?
A clone, a barren copy
Left without a soul
Born without free will
What did they do to the original
Is this man a lining in the bottom of the trash?
Where is he? the man, he the person
He is gone
All that is left is his lifeless false hope of a son
No originality left
Just a shell willing to conform at the drop of a hat
A contest entry
- reborn by Misty Sea.
470 points, ended May 13, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Thank you for entering my very first contest on allpoetry!
Interesting and rather sad take on the prompt. Also, an aspect I again was not expecting.
Nice job!
I often wonder if people do lose a part of themselves in near-death situations...
Good luck in the contest.
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