i sit alone,
in my room,
a black void of self destruction,
every aspect of it reeks of defeat,
i want to die,
i take a gun,
load it twice,
write a note with a poem,
seal it with my tears,
draw a heart
rip it in half,
then a splattering noise,
shouts from the rooftops,
no life existed since,
the lose of my love,
i've taken my soul down,
before,
bullet entered,
mostly,
i died six months ago,
waiting for her to return,
she never did,
saddness swept me away,
the thoughts of the ending,
raced,
which made it easier to shoot.
A contest entry
- Prizes or experiences? by Judith Chandler.
500 points, ended January 15, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the biggest prewrite contest ever by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 18, 362 entries
Honorable mention
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What did you think
Comments
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Well, that is certainly another option. Thanks for exploring it, in writing. It's very dramatic.
Thanks for entering my contest. -
wow, this was a really good poem
really srtong emotion in it too
really great write
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its so vivid and intense.
i love it.
you have a great talent.
keep up the good work.
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I love it, it's powerful. "I...write a note with a poem, seal it with my tears, draw a heart, rip it in half..." --such sweet lines. Keep it up, Tadd! abi x x x
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