I sit here,
staring,
at these empty walls.
I wish sometimes,
that they were filled,
with bright pictures.
Or photographs
of me,
when i was happy
my eyes,
still
with that cute little twinkle.
But now all i have,
is a mirror,
to stare blankly in to,
and remind me
of everything i have lost
I am lying here,
just waiting,
waiting
for death to come and take me away.
So lonely,
no people around me crying,
nobody begging for them
to fix me.
Its the end of my life,
and,
not one single person
has appeared,
to wave as i leave.
Not one card,
nothing.
Its the end of solidarity.
Maybe,
someone, somewhere,
will be waiting
for me
to arrive.
Maybe the end,
marks a new
beginning.
Author notes
Sorry, this was rushed as you can probably tell, i just really wanted to enter your contest because it looked so much fun!!!
A contest entry
- The End of..... by Anna Emkah.
600 points, ended December 4, 2007, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like this poem very much. It's shows so well the emotion of loneliness. I am not so fond of all the [...]. I don't think the poem needs that. Moreover, I would skip two stanza's if I were you.
Maybe,
they will welcome me
with open arms.
[Because there is nobody
waiting for me
to leave.]
You start out so strongly and these two stanza's make the end of the poem a little weak.
Still I think you have made a lovely poem here.
Well done.
Anna.
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Hi i edited my poem, the way you suggested. Thanks for such a wonderful contest!
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Haunting. Dark. Extraordinary.
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