Whispers rush in
and pain rushes out.
Turn me around.
I'll put on my smile now.
I face the firing squad
of "Hey, howa doing?"'s
They'll find me on a rope in the morn'.
Then they'll know for sure.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt IV - by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting ... the emotions hidden from the face of death.
Well done! I liked this alot
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Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
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~Manda
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