Taunting, amusing
Those bastard views
Creating chaos
Making the nightly news
Shadowing patiently
Waiting for the right time
To finalize the thought
That has lived in my mind
Since the deceit ensued
Tarnished my days
Caught up in a tornado
Of devilish ways
Those that surround me
Whose stories are told
Behind my back
A cesspool of old
Chances, forgiveness
All pointless, for naught
The web has been woven
And in it, I’m caught
Though I burned bridges
Forgot times of yore
Forged on ahead
Without settling the score
Established my world
Diminished those fears
That haunted the future
Of all I’ve held near
From the past, toward the future
Holding to friend and foe
Only to wake,
And wonder where did they go?
Author notes
Based on the prompt, "Fuck Me, I’m all out of enemies!" from the song, "Spit it Out", by Slipknot.
A contest entry
- Mystery Lyric Prompt Contest (No.4) by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended March 4, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the rhythm of this piece, the short, punchy lines, drive home each stanza. The piece is very nicely counter-balanced by a strength but also a sense of loss.
Good write and congrats on bronze.
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Excellent
Loved it
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No probs. Lyric Prompt No.8 is:
“FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemies!” – from ‘Spit It Out’ by Slipknot
Again, many, many thanks. (If you would prefer one without profanity, just let me know which number you would like instead and I'll give you another)
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