Desire,
Come and pick me up
They drag me lifeless from the wreckage
But my feet drag on the gravel, like fingers on a chalkboard
And loved ones fall down
Weak, from the sound
Hatred,
Come lift me up
My shoulders dislocate and the ground gives no reprieve
Like a stone cast from a vessel to the sea, I sink
And my victims drown
Called, to my siren sound
Regret,
You're always the final chapter
The pages turn until the paper dissolves
With no direction, we falter like soldiers lost at war
And our words fire like rifles
I'm sick, of the sound
Author notes
The Loudest Kid
A contest entry
- For Trophyless Poets!! by DramaQueen469.
900 points, ended March 31, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great poem, but if "Anonymized" is your username, you have a LOT of trophies, and I'll have to DQ you. If it's not, could you IM me or reply asap with your username? (and make sure you include the name of this poem if you IM)
Maria
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Wow.
This is amazing.
I adore the flow and language.
"They drag me lifeless from the wreckage
But my feet drag on the gravel, like fingers on a chalkboard
And loved ones fall down
Weak, from the sound"
That really is stunning. Best of luck in the contest.
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