Oh how the hours seems to slip by,
given life only in the lost reaches of ones memory.
Best left forgotten, else it devours ones soul , warps the mind.
Emotions that transcend understanding, elevated to a point of unbelief.
Oh how you haunt my mind, trapped in a downward spiral of agony,
silent screams within, shrouded in a mist of confusion.
Desolation, all is left forgotten in the strands of time,
a mere apparition, of that which once was.
Slowly vanishing from a world, that has left me in its wake.
Author notes
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people that will understand you, someone to fill that space.”
In a list
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From March 2008 by amaranthine lover.
525 points, ended May 1, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Much appreciated ~Bret~
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nicely written thanks for entering
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astounding... im speechless. wonderful job brett.
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I really like your use of words in this piece. Great job! I hope you do well in the contest.
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This was dark. Your words made this write more than it would have been with the use of normal, every day words. There was so much power in this piece. Incredible.
"oh how you haunt my mind, trapped in a downward spiral of agony"
That is my favorite lines. One of those lines you never forget. wonderful wor -
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Much thanks for the comment. And as for normal everyday words, I tend to find them rather a bore. hahaha ~Bret~
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I like! EVERYTHING in here goes so well with each other! And it is absolutely amazingly written. I love the tone to it, and everything about it. Thanks for entering!
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Thank you much ~Bret~
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An interesting lament - nicely written though. Did you win. Happy trails
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Thank you for the comment, Do not know if I won or not, contest ends tomorrow ~Bret~
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