The guard unlocked the door
and pointed to a flight of stairs.
I followed the skinny blonde girl
into a rain-drenched parking lot,
left alone when she took off her high heels
and disappeared into the shadows.
I contemplated sleeping
in the parking deck across the street
or looking for more of that which
got me into this mess in the first place,
but something stopped me.
Shivering in the car, drenched and aching,
I dared not ask my father to turn the heat on.
Making that familiar left
towards home, i saw
that the church on the corner
had a sign lit up that read,
"We are never so lost
that God can't find us"
and the tears came then.
Why is it so hard
to find the one that found me
in that windowless cell
on a rainy September night?
A contest entry
- a spotlight ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 29, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Why is it so hard
to find the one that found me
in that windowless cell
on a rainy September night?"
Remarkable and touching story. What a great ending, excellent. Well done and congratulations,
~Mary O
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This is an intriguing poem - I really like the personality that you show without ever really giving her a voice - the part in the car is written amazingly
I really liked this write - and I wish you the best of luck in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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Humm..quite a moving thought you have created with wonderful immageries around..love it..well done my friend...
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rigid with the search for something full of substance - not to abuse, but to find for hope in the arching colors of love, relief and implicit warmth. powerfully written and well-questioned in the end.
~ EZB
www.moodgroove.com
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Ooh..Poweful...I am coming back to read again..with the migraine coming on...I have to wait till tomorrow...But this is powerful..May I encourage you...this is trophy material!
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thank you
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