Words flow onto the parchment
laying on the desk before me
Slowly dripping for my weary soul
easing my troubled heart
Forming a tale from my mind
as my blood creates a story before my tired eyes
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries 40 words or less #27 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended October 31, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Struggling to find my muse lately :(
Comments
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Very deep in feelings of sorrow...creative and well written...nicely done...
thank you for sharing.
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Thank you
Thank you, I was feeling a little dark when I wrote this but better now
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