I hold on.
My hands bleed,
grow numb
as I try
and calm
pent up anger
and pain
in my anguished soul
and look towards
a bright new dawn
praying
and believing
some of today's sunshine
will find its way
through my body
and heart
through my mind
into the darkest dismal corners
of my battered bruised soul.
A contest entry
- and bless me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 10, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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'praying
and believing'-very powerful words-I have loved every line of this poem Sandy you write very well indeed
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hoping to find a means to the range between darkness and garish light
needing middle ground
of rollercoaster ups and downs
before splinters decay my railings and I fall
at the hughest height betweeb the begining and the end
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profound
That's so intriguing and profound...lots of avenues for further thoughts . -
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Ah..this is very well made description of the movemnts of the soul and its status stated here..very well thought poetry my friend..
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