I am trapped within a box
holding nothing but dead leaves
that float along empty zephyr's,
crashing into locked doors
keys long ago thrown away.
For no reason at all
the tears flow
as despair hits
sentinels of maybe answers.
Curling in defeat
I shy away from perceived ghosts
that reach out claws
to gouge away any resemblance of reason
that may still be hiding.
The face in the mirror
betrays the evidence
of a soul
no longer recognised.
Author notes
Prompt: "Stranger In My Own Mind" (20 lines max)
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt 16 entries Up to 20 lines by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended April 6, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Alice as always a joy to stop by your page and wish you a congratulations on your award, once again some great work.
Blessings.
Frozentearz -
Yes, yes, yes - not recognising yourself in the mirror - exactly! Simple but powerful. Congratulations on the bronze.
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Beautifully written...there seems to be a bit of all of us in this write...very deep and heartfelt in sorrow...wonderfully done...thank you for entering!
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I felt I could relate a little to this piece and you have written with such strength and intensity.well done gran
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