Life is nothing but void.
Wasteland, empty; lingers the Dark.
Inhibits any growth; nay, death.
It wasn’t that horrible; death.
It just leads you to the unknown of void
A place where you see nothing but Dark
Though they say, hope is light for the dark.
Yet hope almost non-existent to me, yet it is for death.
A certainty of doom to the oblivion void.
Summary of my life: Death, void, dark.
Author notes
hope it make sense. It's a sestina poem.
A contest entry
- what ever u want by mcrfan322.
400 points, ended October 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Please tell me what you think as i'm trying to improve my english
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