She finds her solitude inside,
her thoughts are where she lives
They have taken all the goodness
from her soul, still she gladly gives
Her life has never been her own,
she has given it to you
Still you steal just what you want
then you bid adieu
You will leave her there so breathless
she‘ll be gasping to survive
Never looking back at what you’ve done,
or how she’ll stay alive
A parasite you are to her,
feasting on your needs
Destroying all that’s beautiful,
and laughing while she bleeds
It’s hope you left there in that heap,
disheveled and a mess
Guess who will be calling for her;
along with all the rest
When all your luck has run its course,
and you look toward the sky
Remember you the one who helped;
the one that let hope die
Author notes
http://media.photobucket.com/image/fairy/sono_alice/sono_alice2/Copiadi6utn72w.jpg?o=51(Though only a poem it seems as if we are all a little guilty of this at one time or another)
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Riamh.
600 points, ended September 13, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow! I love the inspiration you received from that picture, this is awesome. It is so easy to just take and take and not pay attention to the devastation left behind. But one day you will have to answer for it.
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whisper
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Boog, well done. A great and different take on the prompt. I like it.
Slayer
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Thank you it just seemed to come to mind first. keep up the great contests I have saved soooo many points, but am yet afraid to host a contest. Maybe in the near future you will help me in my first endevor. Thanks again Boog
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I'd be happy to, Boog. There's not much to it, when I can do it.
Be well,
Slayer
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