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Stranded

Adrift upon the asphalt seas

every face passed

an ice berg,

so cold, indifferent

fearing their jagged smiles

will rip a hole in the heart's vessel.

 

Death is the closed door

where your love used to visit,

hearing the sounds of laughter inside,

which are an acid unto the soul.

 

Abandoned on an aisle of shadows

as winds of lies

echo their deception

from voices inventing their excuses

for life preservers they refused to give.

 

Sinking into a melancholy quagmire

slowly consumed in loneliness' quicksand.

when there is a knock at the door.

It is only a person looking for directions

eyes filled with anticipation

over finding the one who waits the visit.

 

Shutting out the disappointment,

time bongs its dirge in my mind,

in the middle of throng of concrete souls

there is not one who wants to help till my desert

and make it a garden

instead of a graveyard.

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Prompt - Decaying Isolation

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  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    March 15, 2008

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    this speaks so much of being lonely and left behind ina world that no one else can see. its beautiful well done


  • Amunet Wolfbane Moderators member
    March 7, 2008

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    this is a haunting reality staring me in the face, it hits very close to home for me. I love how you started this piece, the sea and the vessel and great metatphor and the garden ending was perfectly suited. Awesome job.


  • dustookie2
    March 7, 2008

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    Like the images i am finding in the title seeing the prompt better go read your words.Will come back and read it through again time is against me today. Good luck in the contest.