A mist rolls in, a fog.
The sin of originality
The soft persecution.
I stand at the threshold
The dark covers and loaths
My existence, a lie.
Fear consumes my thoughts-
A dancing monkey scarecrow
Mocks me, mimics me;
Taunting my need for love.
Consumed by a desire
To think, to feel, to be;
A soft persecution
Slowly destroying me.
Author notes
Option 4 number 20
Desires-Muse
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is... written so well... I can relate to this. The images here, especially that of a monkey laughing at you, convey the feeling of hopelessness and loneliness wonderfully. "Taunting my need for love"
Good luck in the contest. This is a great write. -
Nicely done!! This is - fascinating! You may want to rethink all of the capitals: a capital should only come at the beginning of a sentance or a proper noun. You have done well with this! Best of luck!!
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