As the color was stripped from this world,
Sending hopes of an afterlife into achromatopsia,
You promised we would be okay.
A promise that shattered under the weight
Of the fierce, biting tempest
That swirled, craving, outside.
The lives we once took for granted,
Mere ruins around us now.
"There is poetry in despair."
Inifinity as our captor,
We could only surrender.
Author notes
Wow, this DEFINITELY needs work.
[Life is our reflection.]
A contest entry
- TITLES.....700 POINTS by Ale E.
700 points, ended August 4, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Dissect it with all you've got. This poem needs it.
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This is a good piece that could be tweeked. You had some interesting ideas and i also thought that the ending was a little weak. Good overall write. Thank you for entering my contest. I wish you the best of luck.
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Any specific ideas?
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