Fall on my face
Let the memories never waver
Too slow
Too rapid
Too many
To count.
One drips
Another drops
Until I have a puddle beneath me
Emotion written on my face
Distorted and skewed
Never fitting just right.
Try my Patience
Slowly run
Down my face
Into my mouth
An ocean develops
I can taste it
And I can smell it.
Salty
and Warm
Stained face of black
And these are the memories that I have?
Just another smear
Upon my face
Drip...
...Drop
Fall on my face
Author notes
Written January 26th, 2006
A contest entry
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300 points, ended February 13, 2006, 14 entries
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Comments
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Sounds pretty sad. It's good. very coulmnly. like a stick or something like that.
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emotional and well written
So sad and painful, your sadness fills the page
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