You snatch me
from my home
large hand grips
my slender neck
pressure
so much pressure
I fear I shall break
You strike me
Run me over
hard surface
my face,scratched and scuffed
and if I don't give you
what you want
you strike me again
you watch me
as I burn,my head aflame
and you smile
at my fiery state
Im helpless as you stare
You use me
to brighten your way
not even giving second thoughts
to how I feel
burning, until all is left
is a charred
black, skeleton
you toss me
aside
and reach for my sister
A contest entry
- ways to burn by second-born.
500 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the fave game
the charred black skeleton -
this is very haunting...with detailed descriptions that carves in my imagination...thank you for sharing this write!
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good poem
its good how the last 3 lines sum it all up
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