Skill next to love
is to kill your love,
lost in fires of hatred
dusk looks ugly with sunshine bright
dragging paradise into hell dooms,
as your flowers wilt on the sill
ignore all my calls pleading my heart,
next you send me a divorce decree
and you can wear black silk at my funeral,
for life is far from a fun rail
drop me into the fire, let me burn in pain
Author notes
Drag
Dusk
Flower
Fire
Ignore
Kill
Lost
Next
Paradise
Silk
A contest entry
- Come one and all….. Take your choice by Wandering Woodchuck.
700 points, ended October 2, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow... very full of anger and distraught... nicely done.. veyr creative and personal... good job!
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Nicely done. Very dark and full of angst. There is a lot of pain expressed in this poem. Thank you very much for entering. Best of luck in the contest.
Mike
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