sad: a state of mind? i mind.
the wind tossed my hair, turning soft strands into iron tipped whips
i screamed out as if you could hear me:
"if youre going to leave, please tell me!"
you tell me to give you your space-
the first night gone i left your tousled sheets exactly as is
you were right here beside me...
don't let this be the end.
i jump up and run to the window
i think it's you, it never is
i love the sound of breaking glass
never ever have i been so angry and alone.
it's a cool spring evening after a cloudy day
i'm searching for a reason not to die
i've been forever cursed;
there's only one state for me.
Author notes
The contest directions were to take the first lines of your old poems and form a new poem.
A contest entry
- Stealing from your own stanzas to create a new poem! by Melodies.
600 points, ended April 8, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Imagine that you pieced this poem together! 
It sounds brilliantly penned, which is what it truly is! 
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Gosh, as a reader I could feel the desperation and deep pain in this powerful, expressive write. Great words 'iron tipped whips' imagery of pain effectively and brilliantly used... I hope for 'Springs eternal' for you dear friend(Hope springs eternal) Hugs Lib x x
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An interesting contest and a poem full of pain ~ you penned this wonderfully~ hold on dear friend there is a purpose in life ~ although right now it feels like the never ending path to get there... you will my dear
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