Soaring, falling
into the depths of despair.
Turn around,
I'm alone.
A ghost of a shadow,
something missing,
a piece of my heart...gone.
Just a dull gray where light used to be.
A princess
locked in a tower,
a firey breathing dragon
patrols the area.
This time,
there IS no prince
to save the damsel in distress.
Her heart as tight as her prison.
In a list
A contest entry
- Stream Of Consciousness Quickie Contest- 10 Entries/ 10 Minutes. by Mercury Rising.
600 points, ended July 26, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Awwwwwwwwww how sad, no rescuer to come and save you. perhaps, or maybe one may hear her cries and pleas to be released.
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How quickly things can change, from being on top to sinking to deep depths of despair. Sentiments well expressed in these lines - easy to read and understand how you feel now. So sorry this is happening to you now.
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Awwwwww sis I can feel your pain and sadness. Such wonderful imagery and emotions throughout. I hope you feel better soon
I am here for you
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this was quite sad and emotional..but effective because it captivates the reader. this was an emotional write...well done
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A very sad tale you have woven here. Best of luck in my contest, and thanks for entering this very emotional poem.
David
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