My heart flies,
no thoughts of an ordinary life,
future unsure, as I have no answers.
The path I walk is not my path,
cruel, hungry society; no mercy in deliverance,
passing pretence of care, deathly finality in its decision,
where compassion knows no existence.
Thank God, my days are closing.
I escape an unfeeling world into new chance,
like a chicken from a rotten egg
a moth from a mouldy cocoon,
ridding myself of old stain.
Now, I wait and contemplate,
pretending I am alive,
a ghost in my empty cage of oblivion.
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Art by poet
Prompt : OBLIVION
A contest entry
- Choose a Word by a-face-in-the-crowd.
525 points, ended June 11, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like the images of dying but I cannot ever imagine being glad my days are about to close, even when life is full of frustration.
This is a very original write.
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Excellent words for the prompt.Thos had great impact.Well done and good luck in the contest, Ros
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Very nice, I love your choice of words. I also like the last line as well. I thought I check out more of your poems.
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Wow--awesome ending! That line--"a ghost in my empty cage of oblivion" is so good I keep reading it over and over! The artwork and the poem compliment each other and it leaves me with the feeling yes, some days are like this--great poem and painting!
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I love the negativity of this poem, with that slight sense of hope. You use some great description, and the artwork fits really well with the poem.
My favourite lines were
"passing pretence of care, deathly finality in its decision,
where compassion knows no existence."
Fantastic
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