I stand in front of veiled soul
to ponder thought and take control
One of fame and fortune filled
that holds the reign and crown instilled
I rise, defend and separate
and find I am most desperate
To keep my stance of rigid thought
not let my soul to then be sought
Psychedelic prisons hold me here
my ego lives and thrives on fear
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 lines or less (E) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the sentiments of this one but it seems a tad forced with the rhyme here and there. I do love the ending lines though

