Shattered dreams,
And howling terror,
The last breath,
Of a broken mind.
The eyes see nothing,
In this living hell,
Where lightless we stand,
Darkend, entombed and blind.
Memories still linger,
Of a time untold,
When happiness,
Could still be found.
But the myth grows stale,
For times have changed,
Now we scream in silence,
The dusk blanketing our sound.
The great dark maw,
Of sanities end,
Lies beconing,
A place of rest for ever more.
And so we plunge,
In deaths dark dance,
Twirling in madness,
Forgeting the life that came before.
Author notes
From the prompt for number 0:
On the brink of insanity.
Hope you like it!
A contest entry
- The 0 to 100 Contest! by Peachy.
600 points, ended April 4, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great word use!
I liked the way it rhymed; very clever, it pulled the reader in.
Has someone already used this number; it's just that I don't see my former comment here already and it would be against the rules to use a number that has already been used. Just wondering
Anyway, I liked the word use; it described insanity very well and used heaps of imagery, which is what I wanted.
Good Luck!
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Sorry, I deleted the old one with your former comment on it... doh!
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