Dried up
or nearly there.
Wasted
Waiting
Wanting
Needing
...Nothing...
Just give me something.
I'm begging.
I'm dying.
I hate this.
It's so horrible.
It disgusts me.
Life passing.
Life experiencing.
Free me of this one,
Please.
Wasted
Waiting
Wanting
Needing
...Nothing...
Dried
Old
Just give me something.
Something to take away this taste...
Author notes
First time I've written in such a long time. Or so it seems. Yes, I meant for this to be vague and yes- it has two meanings. I wonder how I did....
A contest entry
- taste by zillion.
500 points, ended July 16, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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when you write something for the first time in a while, the result is always interesting. Very deep.
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