Once lovely sky is set to gray,
my happiness is set at bay:
Forever forgotten and yet forever here,
When is it that my life's death near?
I crack my limbs and loosen up,
Oh how this journey be dark and rough...
Thinking of others and myself at last,
I've been given my sentence, a spell to be cast:
The darkness engulfing and the demons reside,
I gnaw at myself and what is left inside.
Perhaps it would be easier to just talk to him...
Rather than slink and sulk in the grim...
But it's not like they listen, they're about in the fun:
Too much to handle for this little one:
The expctant of me, they don't see internal might:
They say I am weak, a flickering light.
And thus their words a terrible apprehension:
I just stare straight ahead at a broken reflection.
Author notes
transit:
i'm terribly sorry for going a line over the limit, but tis only one line and i didn't want to throw off what little rythm i was maintaining <:3
A contest entry
- picture prompt by transit.
690 points, ended December 4, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow
The background is perfect and the font colour set it off well. As the poem progressed, I could almost picture the tree come into focus and it all seemed brilliant!!
The extra line is ok. It was an amazing poem! what's an extra line?
good luck in the contest!!
lovees,
transit~
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oh my, dear XD
thank you so much for your lovely comment.
i read over the rules several time and wasn't sure if the line would be accepted XDDDDD but hazzah, it has been!
thank you so much again
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