Gripping for forgiveness,
For somethign she can not have
To be the way she was
And not this thing she has become.
She needn't cry with pain
Because it shows across her arms and face.
She doesn't need to explain anything
Because it has been done.
She has entered this unknown world
Of Conflict and murder
Where nothing she hopes for
Ever becomes seen.
This is her nightmare,
Not her wonderland.
This is her hell,
Not her cubby house.
Unknown creatures,
Unknown souls
This place is full of hatred and sins,
A place like no other.
She has escaped to her darkside,
The ugly place she hides...
She has entered her house
Where each night she gains more bruises.
Author notes
I sor of got the whole alice in wonderland thing going. but at the same time I tried to do the child abuse. It mighn't be the sort of thing that you want for this contest but I got carried away in the middle of it and went off track. sorry. but if it is what you want. cool.
A contest entry
- Imaginary by know one.
750 points, ended August 29, 2008, 109 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Alice in Scaryland by Ari in Wonderland.
433 points, ended August 13, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nice write, I think you capture some of what the writer had between the lines of that story
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This keep me intersted the whole way though,great write and thanks for entering! -
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It's wonderful. (By the way, this is Ayria Cloud just I logged onto a friend's account so i may read your poem) -
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what do u mean??
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I have to 18 to read this poem so i logged onto a friend's site to read it.
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GREAT
WOW
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