Wind whipped across his young face
While sand pelted his fragile skin
His small body fighting to push forward
Terrified, he reached out
Groping the air and grasping nothing
The path behind him was destroyed
An empty desert of hopes and dreams
And in the sand leading to him
Only one set of footprints were found
He cried in desperation
Searching for what he knew he would not find
He was lost and alone
The pain tearing him apart from the inside out
All he wanted was to be loved
And instead was given a bundle of hatred
A contest entry
- Just Make It Real (for ages 13- 25 only please) by Kassandra Nyktos.
500 points, ended October 31, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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great job!
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