Massive gambits rain down
as waterfalls,
tormenting my soul in the sand.
Black depression ensnares
my heart and money;
the pebbles draw blood.
Please, I beg you,
just give it to me on the rocks.
Author notes
Prompt: On The Rocks
35 words
A contest entry
- 30-40 words of Brilliance #46 by AutumnGypsy.
600 points, ended January 10, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is so sad you captured your emotions so well here. Great job. Best to you in the contest

