As you crouch in the corner of the room,
shivering, your red soaked hands,
hold your knees in tight to your chest.
What have you done?
What have you done this time?
Why can you not see right from wrong?
Who will be the one to clear this mess?
I will.
I will keep this secret,
this secret that could end our lives.
This will be our secret for as long as we both shall live.
Author notes
inspired by John Steinbeck's "Of Mice And Men"
A contest entry
- Swift This Line...(Quicky) by Ken-Maverick.
650 points, ended February 19, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what did you think
Comments
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oh wow
don't u EVER tel me ur crap at poems again this is so nice, awwwwwwwwwwwww -
JUDGED!
A very interesting take on the prompt,
one with an unsuspecting twist, well penned poet
All the best to you in the contest
Ken -
Oh, this was a strange and delightful read, and yes, right from the mouth of George.. Splendid job with the prompt..


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cool very interesting.




