A bleak grey cell,
With a lock on the door,
Graffiti on the walls,
Piss on the floor,
And one small girl,
Is sitting there,
Her eyes are swollen,
Beyond repair,
From staring at her fate,
Her concrete life,
Surrounding her,
Thank god for the knife,
She thinks to herself,
It’s saved her life,
That lovely,
Lovely, friendly knife,
She is eating herself from within,
Eating herself alive,
How can she go on?
How can she survive?
With a mind that’s a prison,
Not letting her out,
Eating her,
Smothering her shouts,
Muffling her screams,
“Please let me out of here!”
No hun we can’t,
They way out is not clear,
You’re eating yourself,
Then spitting yourself out,
The only way to accept yourself,
Is to not muffle your shouts…
But she doesn’t realize,
Her only life is her cell,
She can’t even hear,
Her inside yells.
A contest entry
- All for All (im taking all poems and no rules =) )) by Erozay.
550 points, ended May 9, 2008, 38 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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love it
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it is very powerful and good
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Very powerful...
This was a great poem. I liked the way you rhymed this. One thing in the last stanza it says:
But she doesn’t realise,
Her only life is her cell,
Is that supposed to be 'realize?'
Great job though. I loved it.
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wow this is wonderful.
Its deep and it exites me how you can use simple words and make it so..apealing! This is truth, a contradiction , but an exellent one non the less. I love how you say she thanks god for the knife
great write
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Wow a very strong and very interesting piece. I love the way you wrote this. The 4th stanza is one I find the most powerful, I myself know how friendly a knife can be. Great write, keep it up.
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