Mocking voices steer me into obscurity,
where I lament in the darkness
of a demented sphere
Echoes reverberate inside this
hollow abyss of emptiness,
where nothing is as it seems
Fascination allures my cognitive self
into dimensions of continual fantasy,
isolation being the main course of the day
As I'm served from a silver platter of callousness
icy cream desserts of idleness and apathy
Author notes
Inspiration for poem came from Prompt/ picture
http://designtu.deviantart.com/art/The-Lost-95135921
A contest entry
- lost - 100 words or less by Kuranya.
1000 points, ended January 30, 2009, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow this is dark and compeletely outside the lines, I love the morbid darkness in this. Best to you in the contest
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I'll admit, I expected something emo, but this is far more eloquent than that. Beautiful use of words and metaphor, especially with the desert at the end.
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BOL for the contest...clear write..
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nice read, good luck in the contest
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Another wonderful piece you have penned here and I enjoyed reading! Good luck to you in the contest hon
Fascination allures my cognitive self
into dimensions of continual fantasy,
isolation being the main course of the day
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I LOVE IT!!!!!
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