stricken by a sickness of solitude
Dividing me from malicious multitudes
The pain of it pulls me in like perfume
Tangible as a translucent and tragic plume
Poisoning my senses, soliciting me too touch
But these images often are to much
Swirling me in a vertigo of vulgar depictions
Varying degrees of desolate dereliction
As my minds eye makes these travesties clear
I can feel my doom grow all too near
So I smash the walls of my worries and awaken
To be sure that never again will I be the one forsaken
And now, knowing what it means to truly feel
I search the masses for something real
Hoping with all my heart to find
That one thing that is truly mine
Author notes
Ok, another original contest poem. This one I really took my time with. Hope you like it.
A contest entry
- From depths so seldom touched. by xJustifiablyMex.
625 points, ended November 2, 2008, 6 entries
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