Beep. Beep. Beep.
The white-washed walls
Pain walked in the hall ways
Death slept on every bed
Misery lurked behind every door,
Crouching low…Waiting…hoping…
Eating away at her soul was a disease
its cure was buried deep in Pandora's box... do you dare to open?
A contest entry
- 8-Line Poems by Daire.
550 points, ended January 23, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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The is creative and awash with menace. I especially like the lines, "Misery lurked behind every door,/Crouching low…Waiting…hoping…".
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thanks
xx
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Ehh. This is a good attempt, but nothing I haven't heard before. Be creative with your metaphors!
Good luck in the contest.
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