Voices in my mind
Haunting my soul
I run to them blind
Will I ever reach my goal?
The voices hiss at me
From the shadows so dark
People question me
Yet I have no remark
An endless countdown
Like the days going by
Voices now all around
I am forced to comply
Red fiery eyes
And hands cold as stone
It wears no disguise
As it traces every bone
With a lick of its lips
It likes what it sees
Every hollow, every dip
I give in to this disease
Author notes
Just in case you can't tell... The "disease" mentioned is anorexia.
A contest entry
- plight of the individual by unraveled.
2000 points, ended July 19, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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I like how you made anorexia into an individual challenge. This is rhyme though- and the contest calls for free verse or prose. That, and I didn't feel like the poem had a lot of originality. Pretty much everything here has been said by someone else at one point or another.
Thank you for your entry,
-cassidy
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Sorry! I was really tired so I guess I should have read the rules better
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