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Cracked

There are cracks through your wall
The jagged lines where reality seeps in
It pierces your fantasy
Attacks it with bloodied knives
Don’t you see the blackness, Lisa?

It’s going to kill your fantasy
Take what you have left in the world
Throttle it and stamp it into the dust
Turn red and yellow and pink and orange
Into dull black and plain white
It’s closing in now, Olivia.

Feel the scars, those running along thy crested breast
‘X’ marks the spot
Where your heart lies
It hums wearily, and oh-so-drearily
Do you hear the pain breaking through, Victoria?

Paint over the holes with coloured feelings
But you cannot hide or forget what lies beneath
Twist and turn into lapses of momentary insanity
Fight what tries to drag you deep into the abyss
Reality has not an innocent intent
It’s coming to get you, Elsa.

Author notes

Look at the names carefully. You might notice something special. Also then you'll realise what the poem is really about, besides reality. (: Is posted on Storywrite as well.

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  • Riftkin gold member
    August 23, 2007
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    I l o v e this
    as the names
    spell

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  • Just waiting
    August 21, 2007
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    very nice piece. thanks for entering and good luck


  • brentsrich
    August 12, 2007

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    Very good use of the wall metaphor for emotional isolation. There is a distance from each of these people being breached by these inconvenient realities. I particularly like the suggestion, in the final stanza, to have the holes covered. Of course, as is made clear here, reality has a nasty habit of catching even the most elusive.

    Thanks for entering