Pure skin untouched
eyes know not the truth
Hands tremble in waiting
as my heart slowly stops
No air can come to lungs;
oxygen is a strong myth.
The night is cool on flesh
and the moon glows brightly.
Water lightly splashes my feet,
yet isn't as cold as my dead heart.
No footsteps can be heard;
no one knows where I lay to rest.
In blind faith I came to you,
but you yourself never showed.
I told myself not to care
because deep down this would be the last time.
Alas, in bitter hope I died...
Author notes
Picture Prompt - photobucket ~Unheiligechris
"I am wonderful"
Hope you like.
A contest entry
- Semi - Quickie Contest by Nighttime angel.
1200 points, ended June 15, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What to do in an insane world?
Comments
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Wow, very dark and thought provoking!! Well done.


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Why thank you. I'm glad you thought it as thought provoking...didn't think people would think that!
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This was very well done and it is the type I am looking for. Thank you also for reading the rules I dislike having to repeat myself so it is always a joy when someone follows rules. Now back to the poem. I loved the lines and how they flowed it was a real work of art. Thank you for sharing
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So much sadness and pain...conveyed in such an eloquent way!! Very beautifully done and best wishes


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Wow! I think this was a great take on the picture. So sad & revealing. Your words mesmerized me once again. I love you background too! Awesome all the way around... Good luck in the contest! In Love & Light... ~~Iridessa MoonFlower~~


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Pure skin untouched
eyes know not the truth
Hands tremble in waiting
as my heart slowly stops
The night is cool on flesh
and the moon glows brightly.
Water lightly splashes my feet,
yet isn't as cold as my dead heart.
No footsteps can be heard;
no one knows where I lay to rest.
In blind faith I came to you,
but you yourself never showed.
I told myself not to care
because deep down this would be the last time.
Alas, in bitter hope I died...
No air can come to lungs;
oxygen is a strong myth.a great poem full of raw emotions and sadness good luck in the contest

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this is quite sad, powerful words. I felt so much pain while reading this poem that you have written. the last 5 lines spoke the loudest to me. excellent take on the prompt.
good luck
kat


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http://photobucket.com/image/dark/unheiligechris/9323119qj7.jpg?o=82
you don't like it, you get one more chance.
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I like it mommy.
Give me an half hour to read into it. Getting some vibes off....just not clear yet.
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