My back against a cushion
of broken dreams
and fragile hopes
I sigh, a lingering torment
flies with angels wings
into a sky leaden by doubt
where muse and thought crash
against each other, eroding
my will, I corrode
beneath their crimson tears,
a stream of emotion I care
not to examine to closely
incase my heart shatters
and the fragments lacerate
my fingertips.
How a soul should be destined
to such torment, is beyond my
comprehension,
such bitter thoughts twist my
sanity into complicated knots
that defy puzzle masters
and imbeciles alike.
There's no way out from this
tangle of delusions.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Let Me feel your presence by RiNgMaSt3r.
800 points, ended September 19, 16 entries
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Comments
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Excellent. Lovely write, full of emotion and sadness! Very nice work. Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest!
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