Sitting in a cold dark room
Shackles to my hands and feet
Is this my life? Is this me?
Suddenly I awaken from my dream
I hear a baby scream but I am only sixteen
Bottles lying on the floor
Beside a man passed out asleep
Afraid hes not asleep
Afraid to ask and see
Swirling images begin to appear
As Im walking down the street
With my lover on my arm
Everything smells so sweet
Spinning Spinning in a cloud of dust
No dreams to awaken from
No images to appear
My mind starts to fade to gray till
Nothing is what I see
A contest entry
- Close your eyes and tell me what you see by Meroza.
400 points, ended June 18, 2008, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Your mind takes you to so many places how can I name just one?
Comments
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you wrote "shckles," but I think you meant to type "shackles." grrr... typos!
I enjoyed the second stanza the most. Your imagery about the man on the floor, along with how you described your reaction to it, was very powerful.
Great write! -
This poem is so sad! I can feel the pain in it. Well written
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