that single blade telling of the past
the things shes done hidden away
never to be told
untill shes asked about that day
she hides the pain and the scars
keeping the truth out of sight
never talking about what happened
on that horrible night
she lost her love
she cryed over her unborn child
the only release in that blade
her thoughts in disaray all crazy and wild
not knowing what to do
she crys holding in the pain
forever wanting
a healing rain
forever running from that single blade
the things shes done hidden away
never to be told
untill shes asked about that day
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by piccola.
900 points, ended January 16, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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thank you for your entry. The rhyme and flow were pretty good. I liked the healing rain line it put an image in my mind. thanks again.
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Good write here
Oh the way life is held within so often is how life all began
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This is rather similar to another entry in the same competition...
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