There's a futility that has spread
within my veins,
like a cancer.
It has become malignant and aggressive,
as my journey has been awash with
spring's regret.
The music
that once played a symphony
has silenced;
the drums no longer beat
and the violins are merely
a cacophany of sadness.
I once laid the petals of my soul
softly at your feet,
but you didn't see
and trod upon my dreams.
My spirit hugs
an arid desert of emotion.
One petal remains,
so very fragile.
To have the last remaining
corner of my soul hollowed,
the cancer of futility
will purge all emotion.
Author notes
Quote - 6- Emptiness is the feeling of wanting yourself to feel when it won't let you.(Hikari Lady)
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- 10 quotes to inspire you contest by Hikari Lady.
700 points, ended December 27, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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a good piece penned, nice and cheerful, splendidly so, well it would be without all the dark and twisting imagery that makes it scream.
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This was beyond beautiful and deep. The emotions and images you've put in this write make the reader swim in a different world of wonderfully done imagery.
Thanks for entering and best of luck!
~Noor -
futility and a little despair,, well expressed, good luck miss
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My, how powerfully written. It is so painful, this feeling flowing through it all.
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Truly moving. Can't say any more than that.
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This is just...
Dont know what to say Gaylene
"To have the last remaining
corner of my soul hollowed,
the cancer of futility
will purge all emotion."
I loved how you ened this,
Such a sad write indeed
All the best to you in the contest
Ken
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This poem is about a sadness that is not worth living. Even in my moments of deep depression, the moments that I am ashamed of and loath to recall, never reached the point written of in this poem.
How can I say this poem is well written when my emotions are so sad?? The third Stanza is so filled with futile sadness and is so emotionally destroying that I think few could survive it.
This poem is bitter sadness, destroyed emotions anf utter futility.
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