Scar tissue,
cold comfort,
in the dead of the night;
reminds you,
of the days of your life
wasted.
Open wounds,
ill conceived,
reflecting old conflicts;
broken mourning,
that you never let go,
consuming.
Swarming infestation,
compulsive thinking,
locking in place;
voracious bitterness,
of unchangeable choices
remembered.
Self refusal,
conscious choice,
to deny redemption;
idiot prison,
numbing all intelligence,
unconditionally.
Malicious mentality,
heroic daydreams,
fulfills slothful existence;
shattered sanity,
a brick wall of excuses
hiding.
Twisted senses,
deepen anxieties,
weakening all integrity;
contradicting kindness,
though never ruined,
suppressed.
A contest entry
- Ensnarement of Sorrow [ a dark poetry contest ] by gasolinequeen.
445 points, ended August 22, 2007, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites that dont suck. by parachute fog.
400 points, ended October 20, 2007, 93 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is a very well expressed sequence of thought - pained and powerful in its composure. The imagery here is dark, and dismal along the frayed ends of sanity speaking. Great presence about this piece, nicely done!
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