As life falls into disrepair
I prick my skin to see it bleed;
alone, and no one seems to care.
No confidence in savoir-faire
and noble plans fail to succeed
as life falls into disrepair.
A tortured soul unskilled at prayer
whose flailing voice betrays his need;
alone, and no one seems to care.
My aching heart fills with despair,
allowing others to mislead
as life falls into disrepair.
Sometimes I cheat at solitaire
and roll through life like tumbleweed;
Alone, and no one seems to care.
I hear a voice, but no one's there.
The ghosts advance and then recede
as life falls into disrepair;
alone, and no one seems to care.







Your word choice moves the ideas and phrases along well, which enhances the idea that maybe rhyme really is great!
I appreciate the fact that the title isn't a phrase included anywhere in the poem. I really do hope you do well in the contest, this is a piece that deserves to win something!

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