Kaleidoscope voices dance
within the webs of a mind
held hostage in memories
from a life that once was.
Earth becomes home
as silence slices
through darkness
at the cluck of the last crow.
And mortality is no longer
as sadness grows.
A contest entry
- Shoot spit out the window. by Heroesrox.
400 points, ended September 3, 12 entries
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I was in the mind of the deceased as i read this piece.I am sure it was their voice that was speaking.I can imagine the feeling of sadness growing, knowing that ones life had ended
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