An embrace goodbye, and a kiss for luck
Surround me, standing in the muck.
Forever sinking slowly down,
I plead for help from those around.
I look to my left to see two cats;
One has no meat, and one is fat.
The fat cat reaches for a fish.
A brawl drowns out my dying wish.
I look to my right, the Devil's there;
An angel's playing with his hair.
She tries to change him; can't be done.
I'm melting out here in the sun.
I look straight ahead to see a train.
It's boarding time, yet I remain.
I'm waist deep in the quicksand now;
I have only the time it will allow.
I call to the cats fighting over a trout
To ask them what they are fighting about.
"It's not the fish, it's the greed," one said.
The quicksand is nearing my head.
I ask the Devil to hear my plea,
But he cries and mopes: "O woe is me!"
His angel is departed, gone.
It seems he had no brains nor braun.
I'm sinking further; time has come.
I have no choice but to succumb.
Strangely, I feel in my prime...
I guess you know when it's your time.
Author notes
It's been so long since I've written anything...
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I like the concepts you introduced in your poem. i like that. thank you for entering.
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this was good thanks for entering
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Awesome imagery in this piece!! Thank you for posting in my contest.
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Lyrical, fine imagery, good.
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Ooo first review
. I'm honestly not sure what to think of that. It seems like one of my hot pot dreams. Though my last one was more the government kidnapping children to but them in giant vats of chemicals, but that's vastly of the subject. It seemed like it was... how do I put this... -ponders- somewhere else. I'm not all that sure what else to say.
*oggle* Alara *oggle*
. Rewarded 8
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