Silent tears rolling down my face,
Sleeping on and off for moments,
Unable to move or speak,
Trapped within my own pain,
I can see the handle of the axe,
The one embedded in my skull,
Out of the corner of my left eye,
Paralysis spreading from it's cold blade.
Author notes
Well, it's 50 words exactly, so there you are :-).
Used 2nd prompt, as you may have guessed:
last night i cried myself to sleep,
with a axe near the root of my head. -Tzipora
A contest entry
- Something of a Quickie 3 by Tzipora.
800 points, ended October 19, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any good?
Comments
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wow
gory and symbolic......that you do reain aware of troubles till they are right in your head like an axe.wow...a ncelt done poem that had a different flavor for me. I am visiting you for the very first time...may e you may like to visi my page as wel. -
niceee.
thank you for entering.
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