Faces come out in the rain
laughing behind a vale of tears
do they laugh at me or do they laugh
at themselves?
How many lives did I live
past and present?
This life is the strangest I have
ever known.
Look into my eyes and you will
see a light but the light there
grows dim fading like the fire
that dies to embers.
Blue is the color of the oceans
of the world.
Is my pain deep as the ocean? or does
my pain run deeper?
Picasso went through his blue period
how did he survive canvas emotion master peices
hang in galleries.
So I say good bye I leave
the friends and family I
have gathered in this thin wrap.
My master peices hangs at the end of
a rope so now you can call me dope on a rope.
A masterpiece that shall never hang
in galleries.
Author notes
Prompt 3 Suicide Poem
A contest entry
- 3 CHOICES by Snap.Crackle.Pop.
470 points, ended February 10, 10 entries
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Comments
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i think an original title would serve this better
as well as an original first line or atleast put it in quotes.
lose the dope on a rope bit, way overused
don't mean to be harsh, but...
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good poem but i did want to point out that Picaso is spelled "Picasso"
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Wow!!! That was pretty deep!!!
And such a dark change from your usual writes...
Thoughtful, contemplative & full of triggering imagery & metaphor...
I liked it, but you know me & dark writes...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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good one
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