My mind is lost at sea
No maps to navigate
No telescope to see
Consumed by anger and hate
In the depths I drown
Deeper I sink
Frantically I look around
I was already on the brink
Life and death
There were no questions or second guesses
Struggling for one last breath
As my mind digresses
I fight away the pain inside
Calling out
I try to hide
But these wings begin to sprout
An itching at my back
Feathers soft and light
Stained with sin, turning black
Trying to take flight
This water slowly suffocating me
My mind to far gone
How beautiful my soul used to be
Now it's sketched and drawn
A swirl of mixed emotions
Since the day you got up and left
I'm trying to go through the motions
You were a forgiven theft
You took my heart
My sense of rhyme
Now I must part
You had commited the perfect crime
A contest entry
- What Hurts The Most by Ignis Corpus.
750 points, ended April 20, 2008, 58 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love this poem its beyond beautiful
you are an excellent poet my deary -
Wow... This had my crying the whole time. I just thought of how everything went and how it is. This is perfect so amazing. The whole poem had jumped out at me. I loved this by far the best.
I wish you the bset of luck in this contest.
Beautifuldisasterxx
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