Lack of inspiration is all that I need
As a cool, calm night comes to it's finish
I'm surrounded by personalities;
Some are raw, some have aged, some simply different
Many thoughts have entered my mind
Only a few of them are stubborn enough to stay
Choosing not to pass through with the rest
Left to occupy that barren room
One tells me that I'm lucky
One tells me that I'm cursed
One tells me that I'm so strong
Another tells me that it's not enough
In unison, they all nod their heads
They all agree when I simply tell them
When I tell them things I would do if I could
They all agree.
If I could heal the pain in this world
If I could use just my heart and my two hands
If I could save from all the hurt, if I could fix it all...
I would do it.
I would do it with no hesitation.
Author notes
Hmn. Thank you for reading.
A contest entry
- Pick Your Own by Broken-Bones.
450 points, ended September 20, 2008, 39 entries
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Please tell me what you think, and be honest! ^_^ I'm not scared of criticism, I love it!
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I liked this a lot, I could relate to it immensely although I do have to admit there was something about the ending and idea of healing the world which seemed a bit cliche but that was inevitable and the rest of its poem and its uniqueness and style meant that it could really carry off the ending. I especially loved the way you made the thoughts seem human and seperated them out by what they were saying. Great work x
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Probably one of the best comments towards a poem I've received in quite some time. Thank you.
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