This line is for the outcast lying dead in the street,
Eyes wide open in bliss
The tears drying in the heat,
The smile on her face...
Finally restful in peace,
With a cold steel needle buried way down deep;
This line is for the boy hanging by his neck,
Legs dancing on air
Happily running to what comes next,
Hiding from the truth
Sick of the lies that are left,
He would just rather be dead
Than be the fake they expect ;
This line is for the lost child…
Sweating in the sheets,
Underneath a stranger
For some lust stained money to eat,
Shaking and fevered
You never look them in the eyes,
And when it is all over
You will step back out into the night ;
They do not care and I do not want it
They do not need to hear it
Their world is dead and better off for it,
Everyone is so tired of running
Trying to save themselves,
Looking for empty answers
That never calms the rage
They have always felt,
So do not cry for me
I will not cry for anyone else,
Do not beg for comfort
Because here you will find no help,
They will stand silent as you die
Pretty lies are all they sell,
So why look so stunned and surprised
In that filthy hovel you dwell ;
So cold and spiteful
So afraid to dream
You rest with one eye open
Cramped in the dirt
In that corner where you sleep,
They will give you what you need
If you promise not to tell,
To save your soul from their demons
Separate your heart from yourself,
As if there is room to run from their devils
In your dank and smelly cell,
Who could really fear their hell?
Do not ask me
There is no help
Save yourself :
A contest entry
- Impulse Writing...This Is How I Feel!!! by SummerlandRayne.
489 points, ended April 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Blame it on society. by abyssal.
475 points, ended May 10, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was brilliant.
Umm, the only feedback I can really give is that the first three stanzas were unbelievably intense and I felt like the poem lost a little (just a little) of that winding down.
All in all very powerful words.
Thank-you for entering.
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a good piece, i often think i am that soul with my legs kicking in the air, being choked on the the rope of illusion's freedom
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How much I can relate. I'm hanging right there with ya. Been hanging there for quite a while to my own undoing.
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ASTONISHING! This is a brilliant write. Made me feel so much in every line! Love your title as well...thank you for the entry and best of luck!
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Thanks so very much for your time and feedback. Always means a great deal whenever someone finds something of worth in a piece. I'm always humbled. Thanks again.
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