Feel my grip slipping,
can't take it anymore,
losing my faith,
along with my mind.
The Sun is burning down,
as we lay our heads to rest,
this god that they all praise,
is leaving me for dead.
I strive and fight,
with no chance to win,
no chance of hope,
beyond the grave.
Author notes
quickie of my loss of hope
A contest entry
- Semi- quickie... Dark (pic prompt) by Angelflower.
1050 points, ended June 17, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Have you experienced the feeling of questioning all reality?
Comments
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Oh.. this was really sad..
This was a very emotional write.
You did a wonderful job..
You expressed so much..
I like your take on the prompt..
Thank you very much for sharing..
Best of luck..
Angel
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Dark with a hopeless feeling distilled by great imagery and a nice flow... Well done.
Best of luck...
Ken
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ooh wowie, i love your take on the prompt!
its so beautiful, i love this so much,
the scheme of the whole poem is just wow,
best of luck in the contest, all my love,
kitty!
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