Lost

By animallover

Wed, 13 Jul 2016
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Lost in an oblivion of angry faces,

seeking out a few places

to find a friend to hold my hand

and guide me with laughter over pretty disasters.

 

Alas, it is not to be.

Grim reality snatches unfulfilled fantasies 

and scrapes and scratches to reveal ancient agonies,

waiting to scar my bleeding broken heart once more.

 

What am I to become?

Will the hurt ever be gone

and drain away from my pulsating capillaries,

seeping into earth's aged cemetries 

 

eternally decimated by the desolate enemy?

 

Certificate 15
Poem
Other Fiction

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Some great vocabulary and the way the rhyme changes position is really interesting. Have a look at how many syllables are in each line. Cutting some and adding others will improve the flow of the lines.

 

Submitted by animallover on

Thank you for your suggestion. I will certainly have a look at that

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Welcome to the site by the way! Great to have you here.