Sins, emanate from his chest
Disease cascades into land
Hearts faulter, alone he stands
Feelings become vacant
Like endless times of sand
Fear still remains
Tyranny, his demands
Trouble envelops his mind
Tempting life, graces his lips
He cannot change, grow, die
Ancient eyes, tired and old
Immortal, he stays.
Author notes
Prompt 1.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (PIF) by kiwigirljacks.
900 points, ended September 13, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ooo.. cool take on the pic! I felt his weariness at immortality toll! Love the feel of this write!
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Thank you! I'm glad you liked it
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I like this a lot! Best of luck in the contest.
Slayer
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OOoh me likee
This is a wicked piece, the idea of being troubled, in turmoil for any length of time is bad enough but eternally would be hell. Superbly portrayed, good luck
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haha thank you!
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