Surrounded by his once true love,
Entangled by his enemy,
Happy for his home above,
Sorrowed of course by me.
A rainbow room spins eerily slow,
Ghosts fill his mind with wretched addiction,
His disease takes over from long ago,
Anger subsides and shows true affliction.
Every being he knows asks for advice,
For he has always known what to do,
But little did they know that deaths entice,
Had spun him to be empty and blue.
Colors of hope glimmering bright,
And colors of doom swimming round,
Sink him to the floor in fright,
As he dares himself to make a sound.
Impulses take him over,
His mind cannot think clear,
Hope is a four leaf clover,
But death is temping near.
Author notes
'santuary of thought'
A contest entry
- Norman's Modern Art Contest!!! by Norman Crabtree.
600 points, ended April 28, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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how do you do it?! how do you rhyme so well?! I've tried and tried but I seem to have lost the touch! anyway...great job once again and keep it up!
~LA~ (a.k.a. J.P.)
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wow...this is so amazing..you did just a great job
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