Eyes of a frantic society
covet desires in similar ways.
Blinded by raging anxiety,
viewing the mind as it decays.
Pursuit of shallow dreams,
creator of the dark obsession.
Nothing's ever as it seems,
except the stench of depression.
A contest entry
- Two Four Line Stanzas - Rhyme and Meter Only by Frodofan.
425 points, ended August 29, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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And what type of meter would you call this?
Not bad. I feel as though it's lacking something. For me, it needs some extra oomph to really get to me. I'm not sure what though. I guess it's something to think on.
Thanks for entering.


