i had a dream
relegated
to the silent, circular corner
which candor shoved me into
unable to move
neither flesh nor bone
filling every pore
of the fragmented walls
that spoke
profound phrases
permanently etching themselves
into failing memory
resistance is futile
Author notes
--Honesty
A contest entry
- Talent and ANYTHING by silverscent.
510 points, ended January 27, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The final line is the one that means most to me, then again it's quite a well known phrase.
The use of diction makes this write very potent. I enjoyed the read very much. Thanks for entering.

