Darkness creeps,
as a cloak from the shallows,
sleep evades,
darkened sunken eyes,
restless aching body,
throat splintering smokes,
another soothing red wine,
the shroud of night wins...
again.
A contest entry
- with a rush by Melissa Gayle.
900 points, ended October 28, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Interesting. I would perhaps have liked to see it more developed than it is and I am not quite sure why each line stands on its own.
Thanks for the entry. -
Fantastic!
Floorboards.
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oops!
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