Being thrown into the dirt
would have never caused my surrender,
but the glint in your eyes
as you offered your hand in aid
has kept me sinking downward.
A contest entry
- trust is blue in the mouth by autarky.
1800 points, ended June 30, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques please. Good and bad. I can't improve without your help.
Comments
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what an image! a glimpse into an instant that says much more than this short poem might on the surface. thanks for entering. :]
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