My mask is surreal
because it hides pain so real
I imagine endless fields of flowers
Knowing their powers will inspire me
One by one I pluck their petals.
"She loves me, she loves me not"
I drown myself in abtract thought.
Author notes
I chose option number 3. pic credit unknown
A contest entry
- Hello Writers by luna-midnight.
1000 points, ended August 3, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hmm nicelythought out and good luck in the contest
tahsnkf or entering and take care
stephanie

