Chaos arose
when opinions clashed;
I was exposed
to the caustic winds,
steered by anger’s acid.
Their criticism
salted my vision,
causing faith to deteriorate
and tarnishing
my perceptions.
My natural defenses
did not suffice
to resist these forces;
I was susceptible to them,
becoming eaten away by guilt.
A contest entry
- 130 titles by xxRainbowDawnxx.
525 points, ended August 21, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awww this makes me feel so sad. I want to hold you, as I know what it feels like to hurt so deep inside, you don't know what to feel.
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i looove the first stanza
the imagery is wonderful
lots of luck in the contest! -
Ah. Parent issues. I can emphasize with this. My userpic doesn't say "Disturbed" for nothing.
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