[What's wrong?
Don't worry about it.
Why won't you just tell me?
You'll never be able to do it.
I guess.
Why? It's not like anything horrible happened in your life.]
So thin and sharp,
Satan's caress.
The sleek edge,
covered with Deaths longing.
Lost eyes,
released silent tears.
Aimlessly she tread,
in pools of red.
A heart now,
concrete.
She was living her Hell,
all emotions froze.
So articulately it was done,
each tear through the skin.
Burdens no one is meant to carry,
weighed down her reality.
[Too late.
What are you talking about?
Nothing, it already happened.
You're scaring me, what already happened?]
Author notes
Option Four: Biggest Regret.
A contest entry
- Pre-writes & Fresh Writes Welcome Here! by LadyUnique.
300 points, ended January 17, 2008, 65 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - options by burdenbytruth.
600 points, ended January 23, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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this made me think of other's people reactions to my problems. like theirs are worse or mine are trivial. interesting write
thank you for entering and good luck
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i really liked it... good luck in the contesst...
"A heart now,
concrete.
She was living her Hell,
all emotions froze." i really liked this stanza,
but i think that the last one has a big effect
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wow....sounds like a movie i would watch on a crime channel...lol it is very well written....yur words r beautiful....
much jugga love
^^@y63n
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