I wander along,
Singing the words
To my own song,
My witnesses are birds
I pass through the graveyard
Dancing through the worn dirt
The wind bellowing like a bard
Carressing my body like a flirt
As I reach a headstone I pause
To see a cold and lifeless angel of vanity
It takes me a while to remember the cause;
The reason for my insanity
The reason for all profanity
The reason why I came to dig my grave.
Author notes
It was a different kind of piece than my others sort of..
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Contest by Kari.
473 points, ended April 14, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the imagery in this piece. I could actually see the grave being made to...very well done and the best of luck
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