Emptiness held
within frozen memories;
Whirling rage.
Chaos- mourning - death;
Live wires exposed.
Midnight cradles reality,
in its darkest hour.
Author notes
Credit Artist:
http://32tsunami.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Farm-42016751
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A contest entry
- 10/20/20 Quickie.... by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended May 31, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ohh I could see someone creeping around inside there with a candle, with wires hanging dangerously... like haunting memories threatening to shock the system. Great dark write!
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So glad you liked it! Thanks for Silver!
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You're welcome! Thanks for entering!
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This is just great ==
Midnight cradles reality,
in its darkest hour.
You hit the mark with your 20 words from th epic, brilliant
Hope you do well
Cindy
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Sweet!
Love the flow and puctuation perfection.
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Good take.
I am hungry.
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