My head hums a tune
one which is old and true,
that people are dead inside.
Locked beneath layers of dust
are painful memories they hide,
in hopes to never wake into reality.
Fear grips the ivory of their bones,
and holds on viciously; scared dreams
of half baked ideas which float around.
One day someone will realize
that facing your identity
will cause something irreversible,
an understanding of ones feelings.
Author notes
Picture Prompt
I tried, but I'm tired auntie...will look at it again tomorrow. Don't know if I'll change anything tho.
A contest entry
- Quickie.....???? Macabre and Ethereal..... by jcat.
525 points, ended August 5, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What to do in an insane world?
Comments
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A very lovely piece you have penned here!! I like your use of "Fear grips the ivory of their bones".....very profound!!! So much to ponder with each of your words....This could almost be expounded on...perhaps in the future?? Very well done and thank you for entering my contest
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We can only hope that facing what's inside will force understanding... for unless it does we do remain that half dead being.
I think this is an excellent take on that picture! Full of deep thought and truth!
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