Does it make you frighteningly sick
when platelets furiously clot,
and the unfulfilling world
abandons you in the same familiar spot?
It leaves me retching jagged
fragments of my soul that reek
of day-old iron and filth of mind,
characteristic of the fully weak
who remain alive after it begins.
Few diverse thoughts entertain
this altitude where we finish what we started.
Peaceful coalition ends and bodies are lain
in pockets of warmth in Circle Seven.
Author notes
Grief of the lack of self-confidence to complete actions...
**Circle Seven referring to the Wood of the Suicides in Dante's Inferno.
A contest entry
- Dante's Inferno by nansie.
600 points, ended January 20, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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I like your analysis of circle seven, thank you for entering
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Wow, this is so eye opening. You are such an amazing poet. I love it. I love everything about this poem. It is so strong and bold, but in the same way, it lies low and reveals a certain truth. Excellent job with this, and just keep writing this beautiful poetry!
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excellent reference in the end. i think your second stanza is the strongest. this is powerful and subtle. thanks for entering!
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