Like a beast they handle me.
Fearful of what they do not understand.
I speak of the things they
Do not want to hear, or know of.
The dying, the hungry, the dead;
Not caring of much other than themselves.
Holding me at arm's length,
Barely am I tolerable to them,
For I am what they fear.
I am the creature of Truth.
Author notes
I was told to read the quote and interperate. I, personally, interperated her poem as a secret meaning of something vile to one and wonderful or filled with meaning to another. I enjoy her work, and hope to come upon more contests including Emily. Thank you for your time and for reading.
A contest entry
- I. LIFE by Naridill.
800 points, ended January 31, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Very simple and stunning - your words reflect your response nicely. Well done.
Thanks for entering,
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