For what is seems, I must stay here for awhile. So many tears screaming down my face
I am forced to show my best smile. The blood pumping quickly walking up hill pushing forward, just one more mile. Through my blackest of hell no guarantee that I will be here tomorrow. With painful scars of my corrupted yesterday. I yell out loud, but no one is here to Liston to my questions, so I have nothing to say...
My breaking down of my mental deception, pain and sorrow, till deaths corruption.
I have walked in shadow, from day one on this earth. Born and smelling of misunderstanding since my birth. Some where born with an Honorable decree. Some where meant to be slaves, while other's were meant to move forward to love and live so free...
I have noticed from time to time, that these people's hearts are growing cold. People becoming more aggressive, trying to be so bold. For it is by faith, by tight grip, I try to hold. My thirst of knowledge has pushed me onward. Looking, never finding, it seems so absurd. Like not moving past, but stepping backward. My heart heart shall proceed for evermore to bleed...
Each night while in bed, I cry myself to sleep. There's no way in hell, that I will allow them to see me weep. Every one still thinks I'm crazy, so I sit back and think. If my memories and emotions, will forever run so deep.
A contest entry
- prose by serval.
300 points, ended September 11, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I hope I can make the cut, with this one. Thanks.
Comments
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Lovely stuff! As always I really enjoyed the tale your writing weaves..such fantastic imagery.
As the previous comment said, your rhyme is a little off with this one, but I don't think that really affects the tone of this write. Just 2 little editorial comments
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In the first stanza I think "Liston" should be "Listen" and at the start of your second stanza, I think you should replace the starting "My" with "The" to make the line flow easier.....just my humble opinion, I still think this is a fantastic offering! Thanks for sharing, and all the best to you in the contest,
Luck. -
it feels very foreign, and the internal rhyme worked in some places and didnt in others. but who doesnt love a little melodrama


