Pastel, those mocking slivers of false sun
that play peek-a-boo through tear,
as if I should join their masquerade
when this mask is already seamless,
and I wish that second guessing
wasn’t a solitary game,
when questions cascade questions
that ceilings can only reflect.
I envy the status-quo of my skin,
how it cleanses inner turmoil
before a world can get in,
and then all I offer is pain.
Author notes
“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.”
A contest entry
- Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes. by Never Fall in Love.
900 points, ended September 29, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE GOLD SHORTS 1 by Swan song.
2000 points, ended October 18, 2008, 43 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique Requested
Comments
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Deep but very good a definate read again poem
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When I see a poem of yours in my contest .. I can guarantee that even if every poem in the contest was utterly crap - I'd have a winner who would deserve it.
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Beautiful. It trembles and shines and only after we've been there and back, can we understand it all, as it truly was.
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wow
what an amazing take on the prompt..the inner demonsthat plagues so many..yet also brings out the artistic side..having to cope ...what a great use of metaphor..and very graphic..such imagery..you are the reigning master..best of luck in the contest..blessings..namaste..
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