In the aftermath of all the false bravado
With false heroes left to mimic the true
I cannot help but transfix my eyes on you
An unstable dementia leaves me salivating
I openly give myself to an absent lover
A dilemma to leave me running to another
Marauding the twisted seas of love
My gift is yours to take
But I am a lone sentinel, sailing on an empty lake
My chest is bereft of a heart
Your very thought makes my thoughts impure
And so I'll drive this fantail from my heart to yours
A contest entry
- Use all The Word Bank, 12 - 20 lines. by Tercil.
700 points, ended July 14, 2007, 6 entries
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This looks very much that the bravado is not forced upon and that chest pushed, out I feel is very much a proud heart. I would assume that the empty oasis is more in effort making and exhausting this individual must be. Good poem.
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