Another story told with words left unspoken
Intead I adhere to the rules of this bond that has been broken
Reminescing each day of how time has passed by
Thinking back to those days I could happily sigh
I'm living a life where I am more dead than alive
For the joy in my heart was killed deep inside
Was left with the fear of saving myself
Placed myself right on top but pushed over the shelf
Drowned in shallow waters for the pain just too deep
Climbed the highest mountains but fell down it was too steep
The more I travel this path, the more I get lost
My fire burns from inside, but it is burning only frost
In the race againts time i'm not the turtle nor the fox
How can I make sense of life, life is the perfect paradox
A contest entry
- Poet's Choice III by Luna Tique Fringe.
1750 points, ended May 25, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
aaaah completly ironic and filled with paradoxy
Comments
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Nice sonnet. The rhythm is off a bit in places, but I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for entering.
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