Done with it all,
Nothing left to give,
Can feel it slipping,
Like life from an open vein.
Love, what's that?
Stress, too much of it!
Not enough relief from everything.
Full, done, fed up...
Dam opens, all rushes,
Nothing now but emptiness.
No feeling but dullness, bleak.
No color left, but black and white.
Together only grey, everything grey.
Fuzzy, not clear at all.
Tears forever coming,
Ending not in sight.
Will it get better? Probably not.
Will make it through, has to.
Only one that needs to be strong.
Keep telling self that.
But is that what happens?
Or does it all slip away?
Into emptiness...
A contest entry
- pretty much ANYTHING goes. by etoile.
825 points, ended January 11, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I might forget you, but not forgive..... by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended December 16, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this would flow much better if you added line breaks. the imagery was nice and i really like the ending. good poem.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Nicely written from the heart and soul. Full of emotion. Well done! Thanks for entering my contest. I'm honored. Good luck!
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