You’re cruel to an impressive degree,
Never caring about my scars or if I bleed.
You force me to be quintessential,
Of what you’d like to be.
Insecure to a fault,
Unleashing asperity on whim,
Your words kill my spirit,
With what vexed you still unknown.
In the midnight your cold soul,
Sings the eulogy of your deeds,
And my deep red blood does spill,
But you see not what you do.
Your opaque laws of life,
Cloud your sense of justice.
They make you stand guard,
Against all those that love you.
Xenophobia is one thing,
That some would understand,
But to hate your comrades,
Is a thing that few could grasp.
But they don’t know your heart,
The one I’ve come to love.
You wouldn’t say those things,
If I but said they hurt me.
Your eyes finally open,
A horrid scene unfolds,
You pressure your mind to know,
How you could let this happen.
Your eyes zone out for miles,
You’ve a sick and nauseous feeling,
As you hug your tattered self,
In the deepest, darkest night.
But there is no need for sorrow,
Since I’ll always come back to you.
You should not think of yesterday,
When we have tomorrow.
Author notes
Amazingly enough, I got all the words. I didn't thing it was possible. A very challenging word bank, indeed.
A contest entry
- Word Bank by Ravenblood.
900 points, ended January 24, 16 entries
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Comments
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Wow !!
Well done with the word bank
I like your poem, can relate to my past in what you've written here.
Love the line..
"As you hug your tattered self"
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i thought you did awesome, using the word bank to come up with something we all have left or have loved someone who was guarded. well done
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for having to deal with the cards that were dealt, you did amazingly well. The only part that bugged me was in the third verse from the bottom, "You eyes finally open," should it be your??? And "You pressure you mind to know" Should the second one also be your? Other than that I absolutely loved it!!! I give you props!
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