How dare he come here? Here to my place?
To my hole, my one home left?
The place where I fled him so long ago?
His stupid lies, their stupid rules
Enough tears have I shed for him
He will pay, his blood shall paint these stone walls
And I will see if it is as red as mine
Then I will find the others, and make them pay
And when they are gone, the world empty,
I will be at home, with mother moon and stars again
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
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Comments
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Great write, awesome imagery. Best of luck.
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Oh wow, I must say that it is a powerful poem in my eyes. I can feel the anger emiting from this poem. The first two lines I could relate. Very good job ^^
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