Lying together,
but draped in desolation
and wrinkled sheets,
I shudder.
Plead to the goddess Diana
for the strength
to pull through and love myself again.
For the understanding
to know why I feel so hollow.
For the silence, so I can hear the screaming
muddled demons in my head,
sort my thoughts.
For the purity I gave up too soon.
Stripped, with tears flowing
Clutching my naked self,
I vow to Her a new virtue
if only I feel whole again.
Author notes
Chose Option #1.
A contest entry
- 168th Contest by Tarja.
450 points, ended January 24, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Is anything to muddled, or did I get the message through clearly??
Comments
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Not muddled
Only too true for the vast majority, including myself and close friends...how sad! -
I Love
Your poem! If you could of you should have entered this one! It was amazingly beautiful my love!
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I am unfamiliar with the Goddess Diana that you speak of but this was really great. I like that you chose option 1 I wasn't sure how many would.
This had a lot of mystery and beauty written into it and I thank you for entering... good luck.
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You got the message through very clear, but it wasnt until the end. The poem was really good, and I like the message, don't give it up to soon. You really might regret it but wont know until after you have already done what you can not take back. Good job and good luck in your contest!
~Bug
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