In the fetal position I faulter...
The pain it will alter...
No logical choices...
Cannot decide though the voices...
Parpetual bliss...
From your loving touch...
I admit I miss...
My hurt is too much...
Cring I curl...
Twisting I struggle...
My head in a swirl...
Lost in my muddle...
Must move on...
Cannot loose my mind...
God make me strong...
I start to see, I am not blind...
I then stand up...
I start to walk...
No longer the lost pup...
Dark voices no longer talk...
Golden shimeing hope...
I now got delight...
The will to cope...
The stength to fight...
I am no longer lost...
I smile...
I will be happy, no matter the cost...
I move on even if I am alone for awile...
A contest entry
- Of Genius and Lunacy, Of Life and Love by The Sage.
1000 points, ended December 17, 2007, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very well written. I love it.
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the mixture of darkness/being alone, a determination to happy and hope make for an intriguing poem. the last stanza sums up an indomitable spirit of determination that gives the poem the hope but reminds us that happiness and determination have a cost.
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