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Last Words

I'm an empty page
No pride to even tilt my head high
I cry, I die,
One breath at a time
I'm being erased.

A melody without words,
Nor a tune to call my own
Nowhere is my home.
I've tried, I died inside,
Now I live no more.

A contest entry

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  • Nicole Hanna
    June 12, 2007
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    Very stark and to the point. You don't allow the reader a chance to breathe, which is definitely a good thing, because the subject is dark and would seem silly if you went on and on about it. I liked the internal rhyme in here, which added to a great rhythm while I read this piece. Many thanks for entering and introducing me to your poetry.