I travel on and on and I cannot feel my feet;
I wake up every morning to a day that just repeats.
It doesn't matter if its light or if its dark
The weather is always a sad constant in my heart.
In this raging storm I can find no peace;
A freedom from my Hell is all I wish to seize;
And I will try to win this eternal fight,
And if I cannot, I will welcome my release.
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From December 2007 by amaranthine lover.
800 points, ended January 11, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think that if you were to extend this piece a few more lines with a more wide range of word choices and some interesting imagery, you'd have yourself a nice little piece here. Thanks for entering and sharing it with me.
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