Running, Constantly running, Doors to the left, Doors to the right all pass, Trying without end to open, Glimpses of a distant exit morphing into nothing, People, Laughing, Passes over walls, Sun shines through when the clouds break, Fog subsides for a minute or two, Seen clearly are the lands in despair, ruins rising with rolling hills all around, Shadows of what was once shine amidst sand, Reaching, Yearning to pull it back into meaning.
A contest entry
- ....prewrites now allowed (I want it all) by IamRemy.
550 points, ended October 2, 2008, 15 entries
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