Cloaked behind
fine layers of sanity,
motionless.
Snow's finger's
grip my heart
in icy movements
spirit becomes chilled.
Soft breezes
of the past
invade my thoughts
standing upon
the edge of desolation.
Shivers of despair
course down my spine,
waiting for the final
freefall;
into the void,
nothing real left
to hold on to.
Author notes
"Sarah Lee"
Option 6: http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s57/sarawiti/a62d15cf8547f64b.jpg
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Comments
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a good poem, ah the cold features of despair, she slips her icy fingers inito minds and mixes the thoughts with cold emotional detachment.
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Emotional to read a piome like this. You did an excellent job in writing another masterpiece. Thanks again!
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"nothing real left to hold on to" ahhh I love it I love it. This has to be one of the best in the bunch. Thanks for entering. Much love.
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Very well written, this is a great take on the prompt, i would think you will do well with this one Best of luck...Scott
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