The day I walked away,
I died a thusand deaths.
Not wanting to be right,
I cried outwardly as I bleed inwardly.
Staring at the same four walls
drives me mad with suffering.
Loneliness doesn't cure cabin fever.
I call for help
but only silence answers.
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie. by warrior-eagle.
300 points, ended February 28, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Can feel the pain and disappointment in this write - good take on the prompt. Getting good at these quickies.
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