Anchored reality strains,
winds of madness
shrieking with mirth,
attempts to pull me free.
I trust now’s not time
for skies to come falling down.
Ripped, torn, weary,
worn from inclement breath,
the halitosis of hatred
blowing the world away.
Grasping for handfuls of sand
to throw in its eye.
Author notes
This piece is inspired by a combination of two prompts, a picture prompt and a quote.
Picture Prompt: http://www2.oakland.edu/shatteringearth/files/ParkeHarrison_Tethered_fs.jpg
Quote Prompt: "Anchored to the ground when trying to be set free"
50 written words exactly.
A contest entry
- 25 poets, 50 words, 2 day/semi quickie by Kathraina.
525 points, ended February 14, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Seems like my day to day struggle in life. Or that's what I got from it. I like it a lot. I also tend to connect to anything I read, so if it isn't meant the way I took it...sorry. Great write!!
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Stunning piece.
It fits the prompts well!
The last line is an interesting twist.
Great thought-provoker!
Thank you for entering and good luck
♥ Kathraina
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This is great and I glad I had the pleasure reading! Good luck in the contest hon
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