Crashing.
Burning.
Bleeding.
It's so hard not to look
up to your pedestal in shame.
Crying.
Beating.
Breaking.
So tired of trying to fend
for my own tired bones.
Creeping,binding and
banished.
Of all the lies I've ever
been told,
only this blood rings true.
A contest entry
- 'Banished' - Dark Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
300 points, ended December 15, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
No specific question, just what you think: good or bad.
Comments
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Excellent!
Your command of language comes through on this piece and I checked out the picture prompt--Wow! You did a great job fitting a poem to the picture. Well done!
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thank you for your entry - I have handed the judging over to Tattboy as I'm having a problem with this contest - all the entries are so good
He will judge it soon 
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Great write
It is very sad, but well written. I like the part Cring, Beating, Breaking.
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