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This fight I face...

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Early spring shines brightly
glimmering carefully on to the world I face
Misty clouds above my head
Poisoned raindrops,
dripping like acid on my skin
hurting me…
Mud on my feet as I walk on,
I am sinking…
into this putrefied puddle
And as the darkness falls…
with one look I realise,
there is nothing left of the fragrance,
the beauty once shown…
Nothing left of the smell I loved so much
Emptiness around…
A few remains…
Call’s of nature are showing me
this is a battle I can’t win
A duel I have to face…
No fight strong enough to win…

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Wolf Mistress into a Duel with DeathDolly and to make this better the prompt is a Duel too...

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A fight I have to face....as a duel I can't win...

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  • mentalseductionz
    April 11, 2008

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    like the Sun that break through the clouds the rays that retract the Poisoned Rain having greener grass beneath your feet walking bare footed so this battle 2gether we can win...my frien


    • Wolf Mistress silver member
      April 11, 2008
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      Thnxs my friend, some battles you just need someone to fight together with you and I am glad you're with me in this one


  • JulietteArielle
    April 4, 2008

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    Hey sorry I didn't message you or anything.

    Nice poem, I can tell you love the environment very much. Not many people are like that anymore.

    Good luck :]]

    ♥;; DeathDolly

  • dillpickle62
    April 4, 2008

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    Very Good!

    Um... You grasped the concept of this contest better then I. Now that I realized through your poem I could be in big trouble. hahahahaha.... Great writing my friend.


  • Yemassee gold member
    April 2, 2008

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    Nothing says Spring like a roadside full of trash.

    Confused by the author comments, but then again, I'm easily confuzzled.

    I'll read this as symbol and metaphor to mean a hopeless situation that at first promised (or pretended) to be positive.

    The first couple lines begin optimistic enough, but then the theme sets in...

    Of course it could also be disenchantment with the way we destroy the plant.

    So you are in a one-on-one competition? Send me a link to your opposition and I'll write a mean comment, lol. I'm kidding, I'm way too nice.

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