A mixture of pessimism
mixed with scepticism
models my compound face.
Disguising displeasure
an incessant search...
against the obscuring reality.
In a moment of daydream
a favorite passion
hobby, but not as routine.
It became scarce
gave place to tiredness
in toils stealing space
No more chats
On somebody else's life
events of feelings
small talk and whims.
The reading was in oblivion
time is urgent, the page turns...
day by day does not inspire.
That session of love
also going out from scene...
giving place canned
followed from a lamentable series.
A violence is like a tonic...
before an expectation chants.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie by Enkeli.
400 points, ended September 8, 2008, 13 entries
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I really enjoyed reading this. It's well-worded, and the emotion is felt by the reader... Thank you for your entry.
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Enkeli
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