Mind cast on zounds of tears;
mummified by the bandages
which are supposed to help you live.
The only existence i can see today
is one inside my mind:
reliving brightness powers a euphoric light
to guide my preset being,
whilst I attend to matters
that are more real than the earth,
and cachinnate at those without eyes.
Author notes
Devestating nostalgia
drenched in sweat;
monopolized by past injuries
and blind to the present.
A contest entry
- I have too many Points..... by McRae by nature.
1200 points, ended November 28, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Impressive piece.
"those without eyes" Amazing. I loved the language you write in. Everyt word was so powerful. Thank you
Carrie
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