Finality knocks
at the doors of worthless,
living (or existing)
on tracks of oppression.
Dreamless in life
a mere mushroom of humanity
slipping;
hallucination the prize.
Respect;
words mimiced
from mouths of wealth,
while avoidance breathes
sighs of fictitious.
Easy prey
on the garbage dump
of existence,
tossed into the mix
of resonant waste.
Another drink and a pill
brings sweet release
from walking through
those doors
one more time.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired or provoked by Naridill.
405 points, ended October 31, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, this is beautiful, Gaylene... I'm so glad to see that you're still keeping up with this dark side of yours! Congrats on the well-deserved gold, and I can't wait to see you as co-judge in MY contest
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knew this was the winner, just simply brilliant.
Congrats on gold
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Thanks so much for your wonderful comments and applause Colin
Gaylene
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Love it, simple yet sure. The imagery is strong as well as metaphors. Beautiful entry.
Thanks for entering and much luck.
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Excellent
What a great take on reality. Best of luck in the contest.
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Wow,
Can anyone say, this is awesome! Wow! :0 I mean, this hits the heart of the prompt.. The darkness here speaks of many souls reality, It's down to a science. I wish you all the best within this contest. You have reached the very core of existence indeed! Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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Another great look at the true reality of this wave of drugs and life. No responsiblity, no life, just party, till death do they part.
Strong and powerful, sad but true.
Wonderful word choice and layout.
Excellent as always.
Love
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