The moon drifts overhead
And peaks in
A tiny window
To see a tiny figure
Of a girl
With a tiny glimpse of hope
Left in her starry blue eyes.
Chained to the dark wall
With dark vines
The girl waits
In the dark room
Awaiting her heavenly savior
Who brings his heavenly glow.
Sleeping by day
She stays up at night
To watch the moon
Slowly drift overhead
And fill her dark room
With dark vines
On the dark walls
With a small splinter of light
And she uses that light
She gains courage from that light
That light is her savior
It keeps her hoping
For something
That she knows
May never come.
Author notes
This is about #7, and it inspired me because it reflects how I feel about my love life right now.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by JustSimplyLissa.
1000 points, ended December 11, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awesome poem! wow...I love the imagery! some sentences dont flow right, but i think that makes the poem better! AWESOME
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i like a lot of these metaphores. deffinitly one of your best poems britty. again, just keep it up. you are going to whem a contest soon!!! luv,
cerbie
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Wonderfully written. I'm so glad to see this pic reach someone so deeply.
Never loose hope. Heaven awaits for us all in your futures arms.
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