I'm searching for me, hiding
somewhere deep within.
A frail, pale face child; wide-eyed, trembling.
Struggling weary
against a tightly noosed rope.
High-up on tip-toe,
teetering on chair's edge.
A lost little girl,
trapped
in Failure's horizon.
Frozen somewhere between
fantasy/reality.
Tiny fingertips reaching
for compassion's fabled myth.
Returns hollow echoes of....
"May we butter your feet?"
Shh------
Can you hear her?
Her fragile heart still whispers.
Softly--so softly
on sighs of caught breaths.
I wish...
I wish....
She spends her last dream....
"I wish I had disappeared
on
yesterday's breeze...."
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt, Big Points! by Nicada.
1800 points, ended December 10, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Wanna Break Down Sometimes? by xXBrokenDreamerxX.
600 points, ended April 20, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow.
Very diffrent and very creative piece here.
I liked it but didnt quite understand the concept of it, but very intresting.
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This is a different and very dark view of the picture prompt. It has a very eerie feel to it. Great job, and thanks so much for entering. Blessings, Patty
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