Whips and chains, images held
by my filmy milk white eyes.
Abandoned by God and family, I lay here ready to die.
Pain ripping and tearing my flesh.
A bellowing scream and stuttering tears relieve my body.
Lashings and the oppression...
Women, children, the elderly abused and mutilated.
Hollow prayers echo off shanty walls as religious revival ceased.
Quieted sobs of stolen youth now worn, years of the aged.
As my filmy white eyes play the scenes repeatedly,
I wonder if God watches as the horror goes on...
Author notes
My prompt was:
What lies beneath these eyes can even pierce the soul of God
A contest entry
- Quickie for Hekate by Scyphon.
450 points, ended March 27, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How was this one??
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a very vivid and thought provoking read for me,
thankyou for sharing
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Good job on this write and congrats on the silver. Keep writing.
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What a powerful take on the prompt you were given. I was taken to the scene you described...the sadness and loneliness were almost palpable. It will be a glorious day when we no longer have to endure the suffering of this world.
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Im glad you liked my take
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Powerful Dani, you did well, and I see your writing developing at a fast pace.
Love, mj.
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Thanks
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Nicely done & congrats on the silver!
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Thanks
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This was a great read, its pain and image sunk deep within me, feeling the writer, the mourning soul of decay as they await the judging of God. Thank you for your entry, take care and be well
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I really liked the prompt for this contest
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