Juvenile diplomacy left her searching for the cure
amongst shattered glass and refuse.
Darkness was beginning to set around her,
shards of disaster cutting into dirty fingertips.
(All she found was a few broken dreams, a sliver of light, and hope-
far too fragile to even consider using,
so she tossed it aside,
pondering a world where even hope was a burden
too heavy to bear.)
Author notes
http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f288/zanzabar33/1129477492_Gothic_Art.jpg Prompt ^^
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompt - 18 years old and under ONLY by annother.
700 points, ended July 20, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Meh.
Comments
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This is a very good write, great imagery. Best of luck.
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Wow.
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