narcissism caused this,
as she stares up at white
a blithering blanket and blinking,
gasping for breath
trying to move, and she's solidity
frozen into a place she designed
after all, not much has changed
since life has been a cage of disease
14-karat curling strands
cascade all across a tiled floor
she cant see
simply because she wont.
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #29 -Modern Day Sleeping Beauty- by The Cube.
500 points, ended October 9, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Short but with a powerful ending. Not too abstract but a good write.
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