Liquorice mist dances around my peripheral
Slight touch sensations attempt to speak
Creeping invisible vines attach to my skin
Because I am far from home
Unawareness of reality teases me
A feeling of being lost overwhelms
and I am lost
Lost inexplicably
with no return...
I eventually understand
that the silent voices are key
They have me bound
in a stomach churning crypt
They love me
I cannot, will not reciprocate!
Wry smirk on it's face
letting me know I am free
but that it always has command
perhaps it did
until it met me!
A contest entry
- Control by Girl With Guitar.
700 points, ended February 18, 48 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Just a great take on the prompt, and so very well done! I love the flow and the twist at the end. Great to read!
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Haha the ending is cute.
I understand this, at least I guess it's twistable to relate to me. And, you've followed the prompt well. I love that you've got some rhymes in here, placed very well indeed.
Thank you for the entry and of course, best of luck
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I wasn't aware there were any rhymes in it!
Cheers for the trophy.
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There's a couple, you're just so fantastic it happens automatically right?
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No, I'm just very bad at not rhyming!
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Lol
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Clever. Very interesting read G. I have aqlways loved your poems. Best of luck in this contest.
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