An alabaster life I live
swathed in red a wanton gift
abandoned are my shackled cries
close at hand side by side
a perilous journey to inner beauty
free from angst free from duty
open as a newborn sigh
no deception no hidden lies
here for all the world to see
my inner soul I bear for thee
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by MessedupMarionette.
700 points, ended October 10, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like this. It seems like something out of a play. Thanks for entering!

