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Her Identical Numbing Nights

The night ensnares the light-draped globe,
And meticulously traipses along, probing,
Like an insensitive scissors.

Unwanted it was by a despondent girl,
Who looked upon it as The Tormented Time;
When her soul sips the fiery obscurity luring her mind.

She flipped through her identical numbing nights,
Striving to quilt the darkness out
Like a soldier at war, shielding his land, his life.
Yet her defense meagerly held up
Since upon that belittling bed,
Alone and deserted and depleted,
She had to fight her own fight,
The fight against the drafted demons of her mind.

And through her tuneless tunnels,
Instilled were the dreaded drips,
Clogging her shallow shell so holily.

Time would stand still,
As the girl would proceed,
Submitting to her desired dream,
The dream shrouding her unsilenced sorrow,
Instead coating her with a reddish road,
Always reviving her spirits,
And lengthening the rope,
Like a collar attached to her neck.

She would then rest freely,
Wondering and wondering,
When the happy hours had said their goodbyes,
Trying and trying,
To recall how she’d taken this spot as her destination.

Empty efforts hers were.
Questions filled up with superimposed fur,
And answers laid stumped amid the traffic jam.

Her concrete walls stood solely along the roads-
Those lining up like parallel lines-,
For implanted intensely along these trails,
Were the excruciating, torturing truths of her futile life…

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Comments

  • hopeless, beautiful, heartbreaking... and I absolutely love your word choice. I related to this one well. It was interesting...somehow I got so much imagery, even though it didn't focus on specifics. (That means it was amazing.)

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  • Wow, ths is a very deep and dark write. So much intensity in your words. i love it. You have a great talent at writing and at expressing your feelings. Great job. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck

  • loafy
    February 4

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    Wow, great. You issued a serious topic here. Your words compassed my path to understanding and rationalizing the issue. Same old, same old.


  • insideinsanity
    January 1

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    Interesting. I find the darkness of the piece foreboding, and the confidence found in some lines - built up by the 'narrator' - lose footing only the next line down.

    But you are well voiced in expressing the emotions I see here. Very very nice. I love all the carefully crafted metaphors of the piece.

    Thank you, very much, for entering.