My heart so cold and desolate
screams in silent pleas of helplessness
for any comfort, from any soul,
to release the pain I with hold.
Death slowly climbs upon my body,
smelling much like a wilted rose.
Welcoming me into it's embrace,
and a spark of life escapes chapped lips.
Cold silk leaves lingering pleasure
begging me to come to, breathe a new life,
and meet the generous being who saved me.
A new chance to live
leaving the old behind
I drift away to never look back
for once, my surrender is sweet.
A contest entry
- Vampiric Affection. by Poetryintheblood.
900 points, ended September 21, 2009, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What to do in an insane world?
Comments
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Thank you for your lovely entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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Don't ask me
I'm pretty insane myself so I can't give you any useful advice. This was really interesting. Great simile with death and the wilted rose. Then you go on to say that "a spark of life escapes chapped lips" , that was such great writing. Then you concluded this poem with "for once, my surrender is sweet"! Beautiful.I think you'll be a strong contender in this contest.
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