The sun glazed sky trickles upon my fair skin,
i look out to the horizon,
and think of the thoughts that dance in my mind,
i think of the good times and i think of the bad.
These thoughts scare me, capture me, hold me.
These thoughts make me smile, capture me, hold me.
Old memories arise of the person i use to be,
the people i was once friends with,
moments of glee and moments of tears.
The sun glazed sky has dimmed,
everything has turned cold,
I'm left standing alone,
with no-more than a twinkle in my eye,
the twinkle of who i use to be,
and a twinkle of who I'm coming.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest No Word Or Line Limit... by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended November 10, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think of it?!
Comments
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Fabulous as always my friend just a teeny little suggestion though if i may the last word "coming" should read "becoming" but a great read either way.
I love the way you envelop the good and the bad of life
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Nicely done...soft flow with depth and meaning...a true evaluation of ones life both good and bad...
thank you for sharing.
mystic
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