reality reaches,
as gravity pulls,
you feel yourself panting
your life from your bones
as heat stirs it is rising
your face becomes red
ready to enter the place of the dead
only in knowing you done to yourself
one suicide mission your spirit crys out
the angels are waiting in darkness alone
through your all that you suffer you find God and a home
Author notes
esc, by rosy hardy
A contest entry
- Picture prompt. by morgana raven.
400 points, ended January 16, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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no i really meant to type it suffer-cation
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Is the title to your poem an intentional typo? or did you mean suffocation?
Some great rhyming when used in this poem, and good discription.
Thanks for entering.
Laura -
Excellent! I can seriously tell your talking about the prompt, I don't normally read poetry like this but you've seriously written a great piece. Good luck in the contest.
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