Night approaches and
comes with,
angry tone.
Alone in darkness
I will stand,
And not be seen!
At least that is my prayer.
Should I continue
to become,
or should
I
fade into nothingness…….
All I feel is pain,
the cuts me to the quick
am I coalescing
or
decompressing?
Will I become
what I’m to be
or will I
simply slip into
the past?
In a list
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #32 - WooDoo Master - by The Cube.
400 points, ended January 14, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Intersting. Taking the look of the tree and twisting it as a human in a deporessed state of mind. You could (Course this is something I saw) start the poem off like this but then have this person come out of that state of mind since the image looks as though the dead tree is still proud to be what it is.
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Ah..what a thought lingering into the unknown areas of the life..ah..very thoughtful and looking into the heart of the time and the life....well done...
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