Mere words can not articulate this unbearable distress
An open door releasing reminiscences best forgotten
Sordid memories, warped, and listing to the side
With screeching rusted broken hinges
The relentless pain held within my heart
Many splintered images cascading through my mind
The desire to hate but the yearnings supersedes
Unrelenting knocking at the threshold of my existence
Never to be answered
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is sad...yes, those "screeching rusted broken hinges"... the sounds of a broken heart...sighs. I think you've done well to incorporate so many elements of doors in this poem and to show us sadness... A very moving poem - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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thank you for the kindness of your words, May God continue to bless you and yours. Jo-Ann
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