I stand still and watch as
a new horizon hides my life;
mask of sheer depression steals my face.
Cube of isolation closes around my skin
and I shiver uncontrollably.
Stale tears flow from my dead eyes
as I painfully try to stand on battered feet.
Losing all sense of balance,
falling forwards...
... will anyone be there to catch me?
Author notes
Michaelbe 
A contest entry
- Contest PIF Picture Prompt 11x10.. 48th Contest by Spiritualangel by spiritualangel.
575 points, ended September 5, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful. Best of Luck.
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wow a powerful take on the promt full of some deep powerful emotion good luck in the contest




