Seeking refuge in dreams
where reality has become
as unspeakable as the truth.
Hushed whispers, soft as a bird's flutter
not willing to upset
the delicate balance
of nature, of life.
Where do we hide in a world
where everyone, though shrouded in obscurity
are thrust upon pedestals like trophies.
To gather dust
- the glory forgotten.
A contest entry
- Abstract. Be different. by Trent plus pen.
650 points, ended July 3, 2007, 38 entries
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