I wander these inner plains of depression,
plucking feverishly at the remains
of sanity, as insanity laughs at this weakness,
like boning flesh,
ready for sale in a grave of decay,
for words of grace,
never uttered.
A sharp tongue struck secret blows
with bruises that lay hidden,
as hope lay withering
within a weakened soul.
Wounds heal,
but scars become trophies
of faded self worth,
as delusions skip back and forth.
The storm abates momentarily,
until waves of belittlement
once again laugh in torment.
With no flesh left upon bones
dreams reel;
a touch too far away.
Author notes
Word Prompt - Diminished
In a list
A contest entry
- One Word Prompt #9 by Diminished Capacity.
1075 points, ended November 1, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This deserves more praise than I can give it. A hundred clappies at least. Absolutely breathtaking piece. Thank you so much for entering.
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Whoosh
That's dark enough to be scary poet. You took the word and drove it to its base. Third stanza is a gem. Solid write.
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Excellent
What a powerful write for the prompt. So very creative and well written. Best of luck in the contest
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