In every dark cell
and every corner
where I have been
where I dug
You find the imprint of
what I had to leave
a stone that's fallen
from my back,
a weight so large
that I am glad I set it free.
And if you find
that special piece
which I have lost
in shadows
in arms
in haste
or in need--
you'll know my name
know who I was
and who I am
and you and me.
But then again
In every dark
and cornered street
and in the flesh
in hate
in breed
distinctive, unique
I left my fear
that you will find
the reason why
the real me.
A contest entry
- fingerprints. by stargazer..
400 points, ended January 4, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is the real fingerprint of the poet or anyone else....enjoyed it...good luck in the contest
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Ooooh
This is gooood. Hope you lose that weight soon, if this is autobiographical.
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Great write...
Reflective & profound in its honesty...
Compelling narrative with a delightfully dark undertone that captivates throughout...
Keep up the good work...
Well penned, well versed, well done!!!
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a nice poem good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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