The bizarre fate of a fucking poet,
leaves no title or subject matter,
sedated, lost, womanizer, drugged,
only identifying his silhouette
cut into shadows to escape, unobtrusive.
Distress of a poem without
virgin to wait,
orphan to weather,
forgotten, overshadowed by a little.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: Orphan
A contest entry
- Word Prompt I - by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm gonna have to please ask that you label this Adult cause of the word use
Thank You 
An excellent poem, this reached out of the screen and slapped me in the face demanding attention and I couldn't not give it
Brillant write!
♥
Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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