The silence so loud I can't hear myself breath, I want to get out but these tears won't let me see.
Why I am I here, where have they all gone, the ones I once knew beyond the empty skies now turned to fog.
Echoes of passion creeping deep into my soul, my mind naked, my body bare and blind, everything I touch turns to mold.
Time unknown feeling forever never again, this dark cold place I am trapped in, is it all just pretend.
Now there's faces in the wall, my falling body aches, dare I crawl to see what's not there is a risk I must take.
Is this what it comes to when our life begins to end, when the only one we see isn't real and when the dust becomes our friend.
Author notes
This picture is awesome I hope I did it justice.
A contest entry
- Picture This (First Contest For Me) by JackJumper.
850 points, ended September 21, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Does it flow and rhyme is it easy to read but not to easy?
Comments
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not a lot of work can hold my attention to the end with getting at least a little bored but i cannot get enough of your stuff! its absolutely beautiful lyrical and disturbing and for some weird reason it kind of turned me on a little bit.....but i am pretty strange.....
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Wow congrats, you deserved gold, this was very well done! my fav part was "there's faces in the wall, my falling body aches, dare I crawl to see what's not there is a risk I must take."
congrats again, great job!
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pretty astonishing. definate justice to the picture, your words put more layers to it. well done and thanks for entering
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"my falling body aches" - I like it!
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