The sun breathed life into a water-colored morn,
The sand is moist between my trembling fingers.
A distant lullaby drifts through my poisoned mind,
A long lost memory fades in weakly...
Floating in amniotic fluid, how delicate and perfect I am.
But, now that star has lost it's very pulse,
And the light flickers as it dwindles near it's end.
My lips are blue as I fire up another cigarette,
The October air is brisk and I curl myself in tighter.
Looking out over the flat beach, I wonder when it went wrong,
When did the evilness penetrate, seep into my spine.
How did I end up waist high in the gutter filth,
Watching my life blood draining away into the small cracks.
The sudden rush of cold wave overtakes my thin frame,
As the bubbles foamed away, a numbness settles in.
Grabbing the bottle from my maroon colored beach bag,
The gin shines silver through the prisms of the glass bottle.
I know it will warm the long dead place in my soul,
And the liquid's punch will help me make it back to the hotel.
Room 9, facing the ocean, but the blinds are always drawn,
Death prefers the darkness and it prefers...no witnesses.
Author notes
sand, lullaby, amniotic, delicate, blue, cigarette, curl, flat, penetrate, gutter, crack, bubble, maroon, gin, silver, punch, hotel & nine
SPIRITUAL NATURE
A contest entry
- the way we fall. by aanika.
990 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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i loved the way you used the wordbank.
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Wow! There is so much pain woven through this poem. Your imagery is so vivid that it brought me right into this person's heart and soul. This is a beautiful, dark write with a powerful message. Great job, and I wish you all the best in the contest. It is Gold in my eyes. Blessings, Patty
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wow your imagery is amazing you can read so much into it, exceptional quality
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