surrendering himself to the nightingales tune,
a gravedigger sharpens his spade on the moon,
digging his own grave he sings
mesmerised by the rapture of broken wings,
his dreams bleed with his hands.
when he turns the night switch off
he journeys his lifes wastelands
and leaves his final dream to
pay his debt off.
A contest entry
- Write me a poem... about anything you want! by RainbowGirl257.
500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow, i like your rhyming, and i love what you wrote for the first line of your second stanza. i think your poem was short but really powerful
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