Around her was a depth of darkness,
Pure gloom and weary black.
Shutting her eyes she'd see with sorrow,
sights of countless colors she lacked.
What curse was this to see through
eyes that were confined?
For the only images she would see,
were created by her mind.
A contest entry
- User-name Inspirations by Oracle of Darkness.
400 points, ended December 24, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I liked this one, too. It was short, simple, and to the point (though I also felt that it created a very mysterious feeling, like you wanted to find out more about the girl, what made her feel like this, etc.). Nice imagery, also. I'm not too sure about the rhyming, but that's probably just my personal preference.
Nice write, good luck in the contest
Jeanette*~
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