Peace
Happens but one time,
When she does imagine
Swimming in her sleep.
She sought her castle in the sky,
After a day of watching old friends die.
Why was she not allowed her own special
Place, when those beside her
Lived in dreams. The shallow
Hearts they always wore blow
Holes into her mind, So that
When the time comes for her
To meet a pillow, she can deceive them in
Style. She floats above and surpasses bold
Power that they believe they hold,
But then one more time
Eyes will open, which
Will release one more
Tear.
A contest entry
- PIF Contest by Luckintheshadows.
510 points, ended June 30, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ooooh...this left me cold! such a haunting tale you tell here. I love your imagery, especially:
"The shallow
Hearts they always wore blow
Holes into her mind,"
brilliant!
Thanks for sharing this, and for entering my contest,
Luck.
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