Down in the abysmal icy depths,
pressures intolerable; existence stark
Lives nothing that we know for sure
but perilous doom and deadly dark
Colorless weight without a sound
with nothing you can see
Crushed and ready to implode
barren of debris
BLACKNESS the agenda there
daring those to come
Dancing wash of nothingness
to which all will succumb
A contest entry
- ~ Word Prompt~ by Frozentearz.
525 points, ended September 16, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Blackness can be the agenda for many I can only hope that it does not become mine

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Love and Light
Frozentearz -
Wonderfully descriptive dark write. I feel depression weighting you down but I can only say "Hold On", better days are coming. I'm trying very hard not to feel this way myself so I understand. God Bless, Jo-Ann


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Great write hon!!!!!!






