My heart is crying tears of ice,
The chills are like gasoline,
And the firey passion of my will,
Explodes as my soul starts whispering...
I am lost in an octane rage,
Frustrated with be frustrated-
If I dare try I am denied,
And to quit is over-rated.
The blindness I have never ends,
As I am baited along by sounds,
And only when I hit a wall,
Are these demons found.
I am lost in awe at my reflection,
Cursing and convicting that evil-
But no matter my trials,
My pain is a simple retrival.
As I bleed all my ink away,
I am a student of my own art-
Although this life outshines a monet,
I am simply being torn apart.
A contest entry
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Comments
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rips my soul apart, as usual! amazing, matt. i've missed your words.
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Good
"my heart is crying tears of ice" Great take on the prompt. Good flow and lots of good imagery. Thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck
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