Like an endless repetition
you dreamed of finally killing
but missed it when it left.
Like an angel's smile crippled
as realization swiftly sparks
and deceit has won once more.
Like fading apparel
sewn into skin
defining personality.
Like an icy rain,
absolutely rare
and completely unexpected.
Like warm days
sweetly blending
into dusk's cool air.
Like the words
left unspoken,
festering within.
Like imagination
as time creeps on
and steals lonely bliss.
Like lips
gone without a kiss,
crumbling in repose.
- He died.
Author notes
'Cause I am.
I'm lost without you.
A contest entry
- he sunk like an anchor, like a lump of sugar he dissolved by birch.
300 points, ended January 25, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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"He died" was a very nice way to end this. I also have to give you credit for the great opening to that second stanza. The image of a crippled smile-- an angels' at that-- was great.
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Thanks.
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