Swirling emotion floods my conscience,
drowning me in memories, of what used to be.
No longer can I stand, to be myself, to be who I am.
Longing for the openness of freedom.
Desperation laces my tears, frenzied passion, for what I most desire .
As I cascade into a swelling gorge of liquid trepidation.
Plunging into a lake of fire, water driving me, opposing
Against nature, water falls: Change.
Not another minute, must I contain my memories and thoughts
For now, I am free to express, those deep and evil.
My first chance, so young, full of hope, desire, wishes
Give me the chance to prove myself.
Author notes
I really hope this isn't what I think it is.
A contest entry
- 10,000 POINT - 8 HOUR - 1st ANNUAL ROADDOG INTERNATIONL BLITZ POETRY CONTEST - 10,000 POINTS - PLEASE FOLKS REMEMBER IT IS APRIL FOOLS DAY by Roaddog Wolf.
475 points, ended April 2, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh my very good great metaphor and imagery very well done enjoyed the read and thanks for the fun and witty smarts of your kidding with me. You got me back pretty good and it was fun, you really had me going. LOL
thanks for entering and good luck in the contest
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I am drawn back to the first draft of this poem the shorter one....shoot me later....
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Like Poetic Whisperer have watched you grow and prove yourself you have as a poet and in my books so much more. I am very proud of how you
I will be back.
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I think this was awesome. That last line was especially moving to me because I know EXACTLY the feeling... waiting for a chance to prove yourself...
It's really a wonderful piece and I think you've done a fantastic job. Well done and good luck!
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