Wear this crown of barbed wire thorns,
They will expand your bloating head,
So I leave thee
with three nooses
Three chances you receive
to rid yourself of this pain,
How long can you survive this pain?
I sit watching you,
Expanding,
Soon you will no longer fit
that one last noose
So live a slow lingering death,
Ponder your sins
if you can think at all over this pain,
Until the final moment comes
You are regretting every moment now,
Wishing you had used that first noose,
I can see it in your eyes, the last thing they will see
My eyes looking into yours, devouring your soul
Author notes
Artist credit: http://smygol.deviantart.com/art/The-last-court-45593761
A contest entry
- Abstract Art Inspired.... by jcat.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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What a great take on the prompt! This makes me think of angels and demons battling for a soul. I loved the last two lines the best. Great Job!!
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It seems you are talking to the soul of the someone..and the truth is the subject and the depth is the base..well done..a great poem...
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this is amazing. I really like this, The imagery you have created is brilliant. A fantastic write well done
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I guess one could say that I have regretted every moment that I allowed them access to my body...to insert that first needle filled with the euphoria of hospital heroin. Should have accepted the pain that kept me real rather than find a moment of peace. Well done and thank you for your entry
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Descriptive imagery, unsettling thoughts. I liked 'wishing you had used that first noose'. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow!
Very descriptive.
And lots of imagery in this piece.
I liked it alot.
Great job hun!
-Mandi
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