Begin,
End.
We are nothing.
Surround my fragile mind,
whispers of perfection.
Step back,
You don't
you can't
define...
The end.
We are the end,
but more of the beginning.
To late
Step back,
take a look at who you really are.
See how much you hate yourself?
The truth is,
desire.
Greedy people,
world of hate.
Hear the voices
you've ignored for so long.
Children begging
for a better tomorrow.
People die,
all you do is laugh.
Power is corrupt,
stronger then hope.
We are the lost.
Destroyers of self.
Faceless people,
waiting
always.
A contest entry
- Shape of Impact by Gossamer Guile.
900 points, ended December 20, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I LOVE the way this is written. Amazing message. Well done.
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