There she is in her solitude.
Beaten and black-n-blued.
Alone resolving the tragedy he made.
Destroying all that's left with his rage.
On her face, she feels the man-made textures.
Why does she endure?
She stays through the anger and chaos.
If she left, she wouldn't have much of a loss.
She played some harmonies to soothe,
To get out of the self-hating mood.
This time is the last; he set off her mental siren.
Anything compared to this is better to begin.
She packs and starts her life with a new rhythm.
Only to find that she runs back to him.
Her life becomes a well written tragedy
Thinking the next time might be to the worst degree.
How much more of this can she survive?
The next time it happens will she be alive?
She tries to pull away
But everytime she tends to stay.
A contest entry
- big bang prewrite contest round 1 - 3 by serenity silvermoon.
2100 points, ends December 12, 574 entries
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intresting but I like it
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Its about mom
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Your poem disappeared from my contest list before I could pay my final tribute. So, I looked around and found you! There's no hiding from the eyes of isomuse!
Anyway, Ms. Wordsmith, many thanks for entering the contest. I found your work refreshingly honest and insightful. Best of luck to you down there in sweet home Alabama! God, I miss the South...
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A gripping and all-too-familiar tale of human nature, to be sure. The rhymes are kinda rough but your meaning and understanding of this cycle of self-defeating behavior comes through loud and clear!
Thanks for sharing and entering! I'll leave a more detailed comment on scoring later. Cheers!
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