bombarded by the frigid sting -
a chill that pierces all my blood;
it's rigorous to transfer faith,
while sinking in life's frozen flood
flames are shrouded by the waves -
a blatant sham in monotone;
hold me tight with binding arms,
I don't pursue to be alone
a feeble force has taken charge
with lonesome as it's faulty gift -
my numbing ken might totter down;
my mental strength will crudely shift
the hidden darkness snags my hope;
submerged in this corruptive sea
I'm flailing with an aching fear,
that no one comes to rescue me
tenderness has hit and run -
queasy hatred spawns no strife
desolate and losing grip;
where's the joy in living life?
Author notes
I pretty much wrote this when I couldn't get a date. haha.
Please tell me what you think
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I said 'no form poetry' in the rules for this contest. I'm sorry but this is disqualified on those grounds.
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As usual, your work is brilliant! Often times I have felt this way! Thankyou for describing...me. lol
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Very down on life, but brilliantly done. This is something I can relate to, and with each stanza the poem gets more depressed, and more well written. The last stanza is a real powerhouse "where's the joy in living life?" - Who hasn't felt like that at times?
One thing, in the 4th stanza "that no one comes to rescues me" - should that be rescue?
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Another perfect piece, totally impressed here..
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flames are shrouded by the waves -
a blatant sham in monotone;
hold me tight with binding arms,
I don't pursuit to be alone
this is stunning!
thank you so much for your entry. good luck =]
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