The time for mourning comes again,
And those tears begin to swell;
Yet the emotion hides behind a mask,
So you can never tell.
Let the world remain oblivious,
To all that hides within;
Let the walls around me stay silent-
Don’t want more to begin.
Would you rather be hated,
Or prefer to be ignored?
The question’s inside my head
Striking hard against the chord.
A contest entry
- Dark, Personal, Your Past, Super Quickie, PW by DancingQueenAngi.
475 points, ended June 11, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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The last time you wrote "cord" in the poem you spelled "chord" wrong. I loved everything about the write, although I would love to have more. Give us more of a hint as to what you're talking about!
~Angi -
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Oh dear. Thank-you for pointing that out. *shakes head at my mistake* This is a work in progress so after the exams are gone I will add to it. Thanks for the comment.
~Em
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