A day less ordinary.
The murky mind slipping from reality.
Struggling to find purchase,
An anchor to dwell on.
A day of peaks and pitfalls.
Like no other, yet enragingly similar.
A seemingly endless,
grasp for the final crest.
Dusk decends, leaving a huddled figure,
Cowering in fugitive soliditude.
A skittering, rattled being.
Pitied by none, dismissed and undebated,
His curse is his unbecoming.
Neither a beckon of light in the dark,
Nor a creature lurking within.
A roar of frustration rips forth,
Face contorted in this final cry.
A forlorn glance at my audience.
How futile,
A silent scream,
In the chorus of forgotten souls.
A contest entry
- Anything Sad by fairytalelovestory.
950 points, ended December 9, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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I felt this was sad but I didnt know exactly why. I think if you elaborate a little, that might make your story ring with more people.
Criss -
i love that clouds of forgotten souls, its a great line, take care
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