Intently I am seeking
From a dark abyss
Redemption. I am speaking
Only of morbid bliss.
This is my final chance
To gain a gentle death
One long deciding glance
Provokes its heavy breath
A response slowly leaks
From the horrible source
killing me as it speaks
With unbearable force
An echo of denial
Cuts through my worn soul
An aura brutally vile
As I lose all control
A contest entry
- suicide poems that don't suck by aeolia.
380 points, ended January 1, 2008, 104 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-Written Rhyme Anyone? No Trophies by piccola.
900 points, ended January 28, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Make me cry, make my heart hurt, show me your pain by starving-to-survive.
1900 points, ended February 9, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow! erm i dont know what to say! i have been left speachless after reading this. Your words are so powerful and intense. Brilliant write so sad and so heartbreaking. Thank you for entering my contest
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interesting dark write. Losing control is scary ...
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Love all the stanzas of this piece. nicely done. good luck in the contest.
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