It's disappointment
Sweeping over the heart
Mild heartbreak
Wrenching the tear from the eyes
It's loneliness
Reflected in the fountain
It's rejection
In the asphalt
A mind that's used to disorder
Is thrust into the calm
Life of a beggar
With apologies in palm
Soft hair accustomed to brushes
Must now deal with the hands
The fingers of the abandoned
Caress unwanted strands
When life is just a series
Of darkened catalysts
For anxiety, fear, depression
One would expect this
Author notes
I dunno. I just got this image in my head of an orphaned child, desperate and homeless.
I had another stanza, but I re-read the details and didn't want it to be too long.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt I - by PhantomsAngel87.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I was really mesmerized by the second last stanza, I found myself re-reading that one part again and again.
The whole poem is excellent with the sense of sadness and safety ripped away
Great write!
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