My voices tell me,
"It's time to go"
I hug each and everyone of them.
I grab my broken porceline,
I lift my arm and heavily graze it.
I feel my life gently, slowly flowing away.
I watch them wave at me.
"Good night" they tell me.
I close my eyes and hear them whisper
"going...going...gone........."
A contest entry
- pif/round contest part one - prewrite's by serenity silvermoon.
800 points, ended July 10, 566 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
opinion please
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Sadness
I thought it was a good write reveals the dark side that no one understands but you .I think everyone kind of drifts into that stae of mind when we're going through some dark time in our live's that we haven't quite gotten over yet. it's a way of somehow letting our feeling suface. Better day's are ahead there is sunshine at the end of the tunnel .Blessing my dear!
Sharon
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Your never gone... just invisible until someone pulls you out of the darkness... Guess what im going to pull you out and let you see the light...
You might be made of Porceline but youve got a heart of stone
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