Left behind

August 18, 2012
By , North Vancouver, Canada
No one knows,
what to say.
The grievances have created a mangled
death reeks
a scent so strong,
no one can breathe.
Suffocating all those in its midst.
Rotting the souls of the living,
stealing away the sun.
A force so impossibly capable,
Our words are broken,
against the shadow of death,
creeping in
forced into solitude
by an invisible force field
into ones self,
a turtle retreated into its shell.
away, we are slipping
confused, beyond pain.
We fall.

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kseager2 said...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 5:38 pm
I really like this piece. Its very well written. The imagry is great!
MadelynHope said...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 5:35 pm
Very well written. I agree, the use of imagery is done well. Keep writing.
Mr.DedicatedDetermination said...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 5:20 pm
Wow great imagery and story telling. Good metaphors throughout the piece. Very powerful, I really liked it. I read it a few times over just to really get the feeling. It was really good, keep it up.
reasonsiwillneverknow replied...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 5:22 pm
Thank you! What would you suggest doing to improve?
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