In this room, there is a circular table
Around which, there are seven chairs.
And in this place we hear a lot of fables,
Except from the one about which, no one cares.
The table only has six plates
Which seems really strange.
For all around it people have accepted their fates.
But one thought it was time for a change.
So this one goes out and dresses in all black
Because they’re tired of all the lies.
Tired of people turning their back
And, inside, this one cries.
Now they do things by their own accord
And memories they have really aren’t that fond.
This one is misunderstood and ignored
And no one even notices that they’re gone.
This one saw that life isn’t fair,
So they have paid the ultimate cost.
Their chair is still, and always will, be there,
But their plate is forever lost.
Author notes
option 8
A contest entry
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Very interesting idea, but I'm not really sure if I really find the beauty in this one. I like the tale, but all in all... eh... It's a alright poem, just not a GREAT poem.
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i think its a beautiful poem and i wish you the best of luck
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intresting write.
a good amount of descriptions...
good luck
and thnaks for your entry
take care
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ummm so what option did yo use? did you read the rules...you need ot list your option, will read later when you have put that in your AN
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Apparently the rules weren't read well enough. #9 says no prewrites. Sorry...
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