Whether to unravel, open the contents,
let them soak themselves in what,
you don’t know of yourself.
Comprehension they try, as they
attempt to immerse deeper,
hitting a clear wall.
Hesitation, of letting words slip,
they will tumble down,
clinging onto the past.
Images surrounding modifying,
there’s still a stopping of letting in;
silence twirls on the tongue.
What you think is best, isn’t always best,
it chokes you,
leaves your face red.
Author notes
Erm, havent written for a while, and this is waht came out, not that good but oh well.
A contest entry
- my first contest! [contemporary] by ItaloEtkin.
550 points, ended March 2, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oohhh.. nice... i very much like this!
good luck, poet
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