As the time slowly passes my heart grows weary,
For I sense our time has come.
Time is my enemy,
And we must work together quickly,
I am not ready for my slow and painful departure.
My mind is heavy,
And I cannot help but to feel sorrowful.
As I look up at the sky,
They stars begin to cry,
My face, veiled with their tears.
Tears drip from my eyes,
Slowly landing in the puddle beneath me.
I feel a sense of warmth,
A calming blanket warming me from the inside.
It is now too late,
Why didn't you rescue me?
Author notes
A mini powm written about an ice cream cone. I used a prompt from a contest. haha :-)
A contest entry
- #154 Ideas by penman contest 2 by daviscth.
400 points, ended November 7, 2008, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow I feel so sorry for the ice cream cone! What wonderful imagery and emotion. I so enjoyed reading good luck in the contest. hugs Theresa
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You did a wonderful job writing for this prompt. I really like the imagery in this poem. Thanks for posting in my contest.
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