End of the beginning
And beginning of the end
The vacuum that is Sunday
No room or time to mend
Things lost remain forgotten
And forgotten remains unfound
The vacuum that is Sunday
When the world becomes unsound
A contest entry
- Gloomy Sunday by Cellar-Door.
560 points, ended December 2, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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This poem was concise, fitting everything together very well. The second stanza in particular was very well written. I thought that your take on the theme of "Gloomy Sunday" was interesting. Thank you for entering and well done on this piece.
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VERY GOOD
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