In this cutthroat existence
chains of mediocrity
bind the spirit.
Balancing
on a tightrope
of colliding emotions,
my mind whirls
back and forth,
until decisions
are merely a voice
crying in the wilderness,
unable to decipher
the here and now.
There is no equaliser,
as I teeter on the cliff
of isolation.
One wrong move
or twist of the hand
and I will ricochet between
the here
and ever after.
In a list
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by piccola.
900 points, ended January 16, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow. I really like your vocabulary usage and the way it made the poem flow. Wonderful take on the pic too. Thank you for your entry
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ive been reading some of your poams and i have enjoyed them. thank you
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wow gran this is such an amazing take on the picture and it holds so much within your words. wel done and best of luck
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Oh... I'm not sure what to say about this... you have captured it brilliantly... but yes... lost for words, goodluck in the contest hun
Karen
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