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| And so it is...Lex Scribbles her Death #49 |
Everyone seems to be writing about the Gnome in this challenge. I was more inspired by the symbolism of the picture rather than it's literal connotation. So, here is my interpretation....
And so it is...
Numb
I feel my body no more
the cold dirt caresses my sullen cheeks
as the weight of Atlas' burden
presses deep on top of me
Fleeting thoughts fall through the slats
of my fractured mind
To fight or not?
Alas, the pressure runs too deep
into my bones and slowing veins
for one cannot fight
without a heart....
The ground grows colder
and my shadowed eyes gaze
upon the shards of glass surrounding me
~the remnants of my heart of glass~
The cold abounds me
The darkness surrounds me
And frosted pink lips tremble a whisper
once more...
Weep not
Eternal peace is found
for what life be there
with a heart of glass
too easily shattered
yet hollow on the inside
it matters not...
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Posted by LexMorphic on 2009-10-27 04:12:07 | Rating: | Views: 55
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