Banished into exile,
as vacant last memories
cling onto life-force
lingering one more day.
Echoes of whispering winds
breaking silence of yesterdays.
Bones shrivel and decay
fading remains turn into dust
remnants of forgotten souls....
floating into nonexistence.
A contest entry
- Life Poetry 101 by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended September 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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even without the image posted with your poem, I could still get a clear image of what you wanted to convey. Very well done.
Love, Lane
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