Slowly but surely my heart erodes.
My mind entangled with codes to decipher.
Feelings overwhelming me from every side.
Unable to help myself, not even the ability to cry.
The king without a throne.
The hero without a victim.
The warrior with no enemies left to battle.
I have lost my place, my call, my destiny.
I am but a weary traveler with no place to rest.
Covered in rags I lay by the gutter.
Once I was a proud and courageous man.
Now I am nothing more than graffiti to the living.
I've nothing substantial left to live for.
My pain filled blood to viscious to die.
I reach out for mild empathy.
You oblige me with your spite.
Rejected once again, I recoil to my knees.
A contest entry
- No Rules by J L Whalen.
550 points, ended July 31, 2007, 52 entries
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This makes me sad. But it is a totally amazing piece. && I hope everything is okay for you.
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This makes me sad. I hope I haven't upset you in any way. I can't say I understand where you are at..but I know sadness and loss..I have hope that you will be ok and be able to get passed this dark time.
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