The light is no longer coruscating.
No more sudden rabid laughing.
The tears are relentless and falling.
The bridge is frail and drowning.
The touch is no longer near.
The words are blurred, not very clear.
Revelations no longer appear.
The pieces torn, fragile to adhere.
A contest entry
- Without Rules by reckless abandon.
900 points, ended September 6, 2008, 113 entries
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Comments
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I really like this and the rhyme and two line stanzas work together really well. Thanks for entering and good luck!

