My child inside has died
and I walked in this shell,
on this planet, and in my room
for a million years.
I hold no staff of pain and anger
but you must know how I grew.
How I grew with resentment and tears
that forever poured in my gutter.
My room was witness to your
screams of degradation and lifeless art.
Relentless attacks of no goods
and stupid child, closets of shame.
The ranting and raving never stopped
and rotting soul began the stench.
A window did shatter, and you forged on
to win trophies of martyrdom.
I yearn for my child inside
and have searched seas for her gold.
I give that up today and tomorrow
as you hold me for the first time.
A contest entry
- "If tomorrow never comes" by TwilightAngel026.
525 points, ended June 7, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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So graceful. Hard subject, even hurtful it seems.
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Very good work. I especially like the lines "I hold no staff of pain and anger", "The ranting and raving never stopped and rotting soul began the stench.
A window did shatter, and you forged on
to win trophies of martyrdom." I also like how your title gives the implication of a journey completed.
Thank you for your entry!
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