I feel the swell
crash against me
knocks me down
and I am bruised battered and bleeding.
I feel the ocean
icy cold
biting at my shins -
my feet are long dead,
but I press on.
I must see him
Across the midnight sky
he calls to me
I feel his voice
within my very bones.
I beat against the water,
thrashing, slashing
it's grip away from me,
ignore the rocks under foot
always fighting...
Straining to move on,
I press against the spray
ignoring the sick stench of decay
that guides my way.
Lunging into darkness,
knowing I'll come past this,
there's no way I'll back out -
it's for my master.
and I mustsee him!
Author notes
Inspired by the picture on the contest page...
YAY I love you guys! I love the contests that inspire Cannibalistic Goth poems ... YAYAYAYAYAY Thanks for this doll
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In a list
A contest entry
- GLUTTONS FOR PUNISHMENT GROUP ONLY-Wicked Pic Prompt! Unleash and WRITE DARK POETS! by ears2hearyou.
650 points, ended February 22, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh my, this is the best one yet in my opinion. I could feel it so well... Beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think thats enough exclamation points...
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I love this poem...what a lovely
almost mystical voice spoke in this poem! You took
first person, good for you....that is hard to do effectively without losing focus...and you conquered
it very well indeed! well done dear poet, well done!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )))))))))))))))))))))))))
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-shakes head- pathetic...
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