Rain pouring
into my soul...
there is no shelter
from the storms of life
battered and bruised,
by hailstones of pain and suffering
will I still be standing...
after the raging winds have passed
or will I be lying...
hopeless,
lifeless,
breathless...
on the cold, tear-drenched ground.
Author notes
Option 1
A contest entry
- Kassy's Fave's contest w00t! by Kassandra Nyktos.
600 points, ended April 24, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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very powerful writing ....it poured into my soul with tempest and pain...congrats on the trophy and good luck for the next contest
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What a great write. I love the your take on the prompt. Best of luck in the contest and future writing. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Caity
>Wakwaka< -
This is a nice little slice of contemplation, just the ideal length, getting to the meat of the thought without delving into a longer stream of consciousness.
Good write.
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Wow....this is amazing...and I love the way dirty pretty is just barely used in the poem, making it perfect.
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