This chaos of emotion has sprung forth,
in a world to cruel to cradle,
filter up into a sunset,
so beautiful tears fall.
With no where left to turn,
there is only sorrow to be found,
in facing the same scene.
Once again there is nothing to behold,
in a broken hand that grasps at forgotten dreams.
How much longer do you want me to gasp for breath,
in this suffocation under a cloudy sky.
You take from me even my will,
there is only a wasteland that expands.
What else can you ask of me,
when even my anger is denied.
A contest entry
- Back to Where I was...... by the tempest.
475 points, ended July 27, 2008, 19 entries
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You know, AW, I have no stake in whether or not you win this contest but I am going to make a couple of suggestions incase YOU want a better chance……..Please feel absolutely free not to edit.
Line 2: too cruel Line 3: filters Line 4: nowhere
Line 11: sky? Line 15: denied?
You are up against some pretty good poems. If you want to win, you may need to use a little polish. I know. So who asked me?
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