Darkess surrounds.
In the midst of shadow around
I see a light.
Blaring behind me, heated blight.
In front, gentle warmth.
I take two steps from the blazing torch,
Walking to the light
No accursed blight.
I take two steps more,
Light, Tunnel of light.
One more,
Cross over, forevermore.
Author notes
Die for ten minutes...let the thought of demise fuel your poetry. The bell of death has rung, and it is time for me to leave, thought he. This is a contest entry.
A contest entry
- Challenge#4: a poem in no more than 50 words by Virgoan.
600 points, ended August 16, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i like how this give me staggard images.
my personal dilemma of the piece is the excessive usage of comma. you decide on my thought.
thanks for sharing your gift.
HENSLEY
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