My mind born pure of any hatred but-
Touch sears with screaming murder.
Good morals drive my intentions-
Usually ending in disaster.
What I wish to accomplish-
Cannot be harsh or cruel.
Yet when it comes down to it-
Around me blood tends to pool.
It is that I am still here, but-
Cannot control what I've done or do.
Which tortures my pure loving soul-
Because all I really want is you.
So burdened with this curse-
Life's masterpiece cannot complete.
I live half-lives trying to be a whole-
I don't want this day to repeat.
Author notes
(Contest Propmt) How can you play a masterpiece when your hands scream murder?
A contest entry
- Prompt - Yes Again by lowercase prelude.
300 points, ended July 3, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nicely done, dark emotions expressed and good word choice throughout the write. Thanks for sharing it and good luck in the contest.
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Very good. Conveys alot of emotion and pain. Well done.
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