Head pressed against the rocky road
Fingers clawed scattering stones
Tripped by one sip too many
Lay quiet now and rest awhile
Sink below the stony road
Fade into gentle blackness
Dawn's pale flames burn the night
Weary eyes unveiled in pain
She stumbles into another day
Sorry, we don’t bury the living
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended October 2, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.


