Syllables slip from tired tongues
like feet dragging through quick sand.
So many words hanging in mid air,
waiting for brave hearts to let them free
They rage around us in silence,
quietly threatening to destroy our
carefully built house of cards.
They reverberate in our hearts while
our bodies ache for sweet escape
and empty words fall loose from lying lips.
Author notes
Emotion~Overrated~Underappreciated~Overwhelming
FightOffYourDemons
A contest entry
- PIF - Prompt Contest by PerfectImperfection.
700 points, ended June 16, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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300 points, ended August 22, 2008, 18 entries
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i would like to congratulate you on the well deserved silver trophy for this contest. you earned it! viyanna rosemarie
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Very nice. A wonderful interpretation of the chosen prompt. Thank you for your entry!
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