Softly treading o'er a marble sea
Anxiety wells with the instinct to flee
Resonating in sound from my traipsing feet
That deliver me to a forbidden door
Dizzy, I try to draw a breath
Exhausted, I collapse in uncomfortable rest
Onerous pressure builds in my breast
Submerged in frigid air, empty and cold
My unseeing eyes search for the light
As I struggle inside to suppress my fright
The door swings shut and there isn't a slight
Chance for us prisoners to escape
Blurry faces surround my frame
Cursing me, as I'm to blame
A despicable, gullible, wretched dame
My apologies carry no meaning
Broken composure, panic floods my mind
The executioner knots my hands in a bind
To death, I am the first to arrive
His avid cry "encore" rings in my ears.
Author notes
Encore
A contest entry
- Re-written by Mj.
450 points, ended April 18, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any comments are appreciated
Comments
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Very nicely done. I haven't seen the original but this was excellent. The flow and format allowed me to read fluently. The subject was quite emotional and strong willed. Thanks for sharing.
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Excellent
It gave me chills!
We are at two completely different sides of the poem, but I asked for what you saw in it, and that you've presented to me.
It's an awesome poem.
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