Frozen in solitude, forsaken by hope
Encased in denial, forgotten by life
Eternal life, hung by just enough rope
All aspects of growth choked in strife.
Determined to survive, beautiful and strong
Sacrificing glorious life for eternal beauty in death
Never knowing if the harsh winter is long
The wish to flourish, kept in vanity's sheath.
What is living if you're really dead?
Encased and frozen in adamant denial
All the beauty has been blissfully bled
Found guilty in death's fatal trial.
Author notes
Please tell me what you think!
A contest entry
- Prompt contest... 16 entries; 16 lines or less by Grey Mouser.
700 points, ended November 19, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Lost to earthly pursuits, the spirit wilts. Leaving one to slip away from life and residing in ones own hell. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Wow, now that is strong. You certainly have said something about exchange of life for a personal purgatory. What is living if you're really dead? That's a profound question. I love the line Never knowing if the harsh winter is long.
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I got the idea of a struggle here, a battle between life and death. A great idea for a write and I liked the rhymes and flow.
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