the window opens,
your bones feel it coming,
your get the brush off from the one,
you thought you new and trusted.
the mind is still and blue,
with no coming thoughts,
there is no life is with in you..
A contest entry
- A Wordplay Poetry Contest by -BlackKnight-.
600 points, ended June 9, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What's is your first thought's
Comments
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Worn? maybe... or perhaps slip. But I'll go with worn.
It's a tad off really. Not bad though. Pretty good.
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"Worn"?
Also, what? -
This has a lot of pain and various emotions penned into it. Beautiful work. One thing though, it the last line of the first stanza form did you mean from. It sounds weird otherwise.
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thank you ,,,i seam to all way get that word mixed up.. thank you for the comment.. my writing is a mixer as well i pen what I'm feeling. so thank you again..
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