To the user's disadvantage;
this broken little girl
hands press against the cool air-tight walls;
The high security prison of her room
Shards of glass strewn across the floor;
White carpet tainted with the blood of her hands
Caught red-handed,
Just trying to find
[the light that didn't kill her eyes]
No windows, no light, no luck
Her body, like a photograph, shows no sign of movement
Just eyes fixed tight on the world outside of her bubble
Of sickly thin air, her head clouded with thought
Just where would she be without this cage;
the needles; the heart monitor; the nurses with masks
Just who would she know;
If she was free?
[Dear, dear my light bulb sun]
Caught red handed on her bedroom floor;
Shards of glass show through her skin,
eyes closed; without a breath
Scrawled across the bedroom wall
Dear light bulb sun,
Show me the world outside
Dear light bulb sun,
make me feel real again
Author notes
I used options #3 and 5.
I was listening to the band Porcupine Tree's song Lightbulb Sun, which is about a little boy in a bubble... and your contest inspired me to write about it XP
I hope you enjoy it.
♥
Xombii
A contest entry
- OPTIONS! ^-^ no rules? what? by Sick Sunshine.
300 points, ended September 12, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very interesting write. Makes me think a lot and maybe symbolism that used a lot.. Fits the picture like a glove.
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