We're just on fire, lonely souls
in the funeral ritual,
cutting holes into the sun,
dragging it to the dust
There's a deathly darkness, a depth of obscurity
on the highway between you and me
heaven and hell
These proverbs the wind tells us
to follow hearts and dreams
they're rotten cliches under the tree
of our nightmares
Maybe pins become our torture devices
like Jesus voodoo dolls
to sacrifice our exposed souls,
rare and bloody
We lose control of our eyes
and throw ourselves out of the universe
letting ourselves go into our graves
and into the ash
A contest entry
- Do you understand ... by EvilKate.
1400 points, ended November 7, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I apologise profoundly for the delay in judging. I had some serious health issues to deal with and, for reparation I will be sending each participant some points by way of sincere apology. Thank you for your entry.
No critique - so many images I want to steal
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Oooh this is amazing. It resinated with me. I loved it. Good luck with the contest.
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