My feelings are frail
drawn on asphalt canvas,
the scrawlings of a child:
powder-chalk stains
like grime on my fingers,
a cold remembrance -
of those hardy days,
and the colored markers
that lit my life.
These metallic cages
with their fithly, greasy bars
are mere shields,
from those glassy
cursing stares.
I let the shutters open,
twice in one day
for the streaming breeze
to wash away this sin:
for escaping,
has toughened,
the lines of my chalky soul.
Author notes
10 - ABSTRACT
Actually this incorporates many other prompts too. But the main one is abstract....
Criticism Is Very Much Welcomed -- I Am Here To Learn
Comments
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stanza two was a bit muddled with adjectives.
other than that, this is awesome.
-tyler
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There's an error in the very first line which distracted me quite a lot. I liked this though, thank you for entering.
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I just editted it...my computer is rather slow...anyhow, I had no idea you would view this so quickly!
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