Take the time, rewind,
the clock’s hands move
to fast, for either to grasp,
the prize it truly desires
-lust has
taken
over-
Eyes’ visions of sugar plums
and whipped cream upon
curves of pale white flesh
create mouth watering
dreams?
When did rape
become a dream? Eyes
disappear behind a curtain
of tears, the clock strikes
death, the end.
Yesterday’s future
bright with the tick tock
of each second in love
today, now lust filled,
was yesterday’s hope
but tomorrow’s nightmare.
Author notes
Inspired by the phrase:
The Future's past
A contest entry
- Da Crib: Challenge One by Tangled Angle.
400 points, ended June 29, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow!
That was deep. I can really relate to this poem. -
Very interesting. In line three did you mean 'too fast'? I think this sends a good message to society...basically telling people to get priorities straight. Creative take on the phrase. Thanks for the entry and good luck to you.
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