They stole the song
that greeted dawn,
now the air is heavy,
and labouring lungs
lose their will
for the mind is weary.
survival is the battle,
penny pittance is the pay,
will it change?
or must we wait
for death's sweet lullaby.
A contest entry
- Quickie by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended August 9, 8 entries
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Comments
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Very deep write. So beautifully
portrayed.. I really like your
wise concepts throughout as well.
Though, can you please place in your
Author's Notes which prompt you used.
Thanks.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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