I sat there and traced the lines
the rings
counting the years
as they slowly radiate out
out
where i dread to go
this wooden box is not my prison
it is my safe haven
my paradise
my garden of eden
and the little lies you whisper in my ear
willl not persuade me
to go
out
Author notes
idk...
http://photodream.deviantart.com/art/Hiding-104203807
A contest entry
- TIme For A PIF Quickie! You Bored? by Sweet Impatience.
875 points, ended December 2, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is an interesting take on the prompt. perhaps one is hiding and is alone at the same time. it can happen. sometimes things in life happen that cause us to feel this way, and what is a prison to one, may just be a safety zone to another. its a matter of perspective. I love this poem a lot.
you did a great job
good luck
kat
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A very unique and somber direction to go with the image....yet delivered with inspiring simplicity. Nice job. All the best to you in this contest.
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