Strewn across isolation,
shedding faceless moments,
like fecal matter,
called home.
A contest entry
- Where are you? by Naridill.
300 points, ended December 18, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The first two lines are so well crafted - I feel the ending is like stitching that has forgotten the beauty before and come un-stitched.
Thanks for entering.
Much luck.


