I hung in mid sentence,
suspended by your outstretched arm.
Watching you stumble in, bloodied and
bruised, from dancing with wingless-
idiots, zealots, harlots, and madmen?
Preferring it this way, I question your
thoughts about, this jungle in which
we are all so violent.
All signs say I am loitering,
on your path of existence. I have stuffed
myself with wonder, and by candlelight,
I rightfully claim what is my own, and I
am not sorry.
I have stared into your suitcase and its starving.
Unless your feet take flight once more.
Author notes
I used this as the main picture for the prompt:
http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/files/u45/regret.jpg
and I kind of incorporated the word prompts
Apocalypse, and Resist.
I hope that is OK, but I used the picture mainly...
A contest entry
- Tons of Options. by TheSpiralGenerator.
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Comments
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I loved this! Did you use the word "suitcase", because of Yellowdogpoetry's remark? Somehow it does fit, and gives that bit of umph! at the end. Great write! Lita
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Yeah I did use yellowdogpoetry's suggestion!! Haha
I'm glad it fits though, better than the word abyss.
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Incredible write, feels fresh and its got that edge, that suspends the reader...looking down over the precipice, it grips you! One qualm, the word "abyss". I think it is an over used term to portray a dark idea, (could be just me). I'd like to see something else there, like psyche, void, empty, maw...oatmeal, suitcase... lol, something other than abyss. I really like your poetic voice! Geo
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Actually I was thinking the same thing about the word abyss, I kind of knew it was an overused word but didn't really know what to quite put in there, thank you for the suggestions, i actually like the suitcase part!
How are you by the way?
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