He spoke as if he was in a war against words,
and thoughts always escaped him.
He hunted them down in a stammer
and regretted as he misplaced them.
They battled his tongue in resistance,
and refused to sound out his 'r's.
and as he spit out his phrases
the rain became his battle scars.
Author notes
http://photobucket.com/image/rain/jacjacjacjac_08/rain-1.gif?o=36
A contest entry
- Rain, Eyes, and Pain Quickie by takemypainaway.
900 points, ended June 26, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrite 1000 pt. Checklist by Ryno.
1000 points, ended July 18, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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This a very differant take on the prompt
thank you for entering
**kat
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