Sitting here thinking
Where my life is going
When I just don稚 know?
Whether I知 making it real,
Or putting up a show?
I could lie to your face,
Telling you I知 fine.
Facing the fact,
I知 hanging on by a thread.
This is where I知 at:
Look段n out the window,
Staring down the truth.
Why does it matter?
If no one cares.
Going down the road of destruction.
Tearing my life in pieces.
Running out of tape,
Waiting for the last to fall.
Not able to walk back,
I follow my present,
Walking towards the unknown,
Only I can decide:
If the left road,
Is better than the right?
A contest entry
- Turning... by Cup-a-Joe.
450 points, ended February 15, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - (First Contest!) The internal struggle of self by insideinsanity.
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Comments
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A very fitting piece. You spun this out beautifully, the progression seeming to build only to find itself lacking the proper incentive or reality (or clarity of mind, even) to go on.
I really appreciate the back-and-forth, although it's a bit darker than I might've expected. Still, no one said the inner turmoil would be kind.
The only thing I notice that throws me out of the rhymth of this is a spelling error and just glares at me. But it's not a big deal, and certainly doesn't hiccup the rest of the poem.
Very nicely written.
Thank you, very much, for joining my contest.
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Thank you for entering the contest. Best of luck.
Joe
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