Back and forth she rocks.
Sleepless nights flash in eyes that dart about,
searching for escape.
Knees brought tight to her chest,
as she clings for dear life.
Insanity is the label she takes,
with the hint of depression lurking under her sleeves.
She hides in her corner,
from the nightmare she lives.
Moral thoughts escape from her clutches,
as she plots her own demise.
She’s lost in her thoughts,
and no one can find her.
Back and forth she rocks.
Author notes
The Darkness
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by enitsirhC.
370 points, ended July 2, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Thanks for the entry! This was a pretty good write. I like the third person approach & you had some really golden lines in there!
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this one is very good...thank you for entering...
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this was great haha....I loved it thanks for entering
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So true
For those with a mind that tortures one so deeply not allowing rest or sleep at times questions are assk to a god or man as to why we live. Sleep and peace so illusive I fear.
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Wow!
This is AMAZING
I think it's my favorite so far
Thank you so much for entering my contest!
Good luck!
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