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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I dwell in desolation, damned in a fathomless abyss. What sin have I committed to live a life such as this? Without a window I cannot gaze upon stars above. What hope is there for me to ever find the one I love? Shall I never again feel the tenderness of his kiss? Fear is an onerous anchor, dragging me further down. I am filled with anguish knowing that I shall drown. I scream aloud, but no wanderers respond to my voice. For just a tiny glint of sunlight, I would gladly rejoice! Am I to die here shrouded in this filthy tattered gown? If loneliness is an ailment, I languish on my deathbed, clamoring with hope to be heard by someone overhead. Again, I shout, "What have I done to merit such an end?" Silence, my answer from these depths I shall not ascend. My life now tethered to the clemency of a fraying thread. The pale silhouette of death hovers near me in the deep. Its frigid fingers chill the marrow in my bones as I weep, daring the courage to ask; Does my torturer live within? Is it destiny or fate who strokes the strings of her violin as a requiem for me in the shadows of this prison keep? Doubt pervades my brooding senses in this muted space. I know not why I've been confined in calamitous disgrace. What price am I to pay, and how many nightmares more before I am released and depart through freedom's door? Am I never again to feel the passion of my lover's embrace? An animal I shall become, a lone wolf howling in the night, baying at a moon I cannot see, nor the glimmers of starlight. If I shall not glean sunrise and feel its warmth tomorrow, then a kneeler I shall be, begging an angel if I may borrow her wings to liberate me from this dismal dungeon's plight. October 28, 2022 ~ 2022 Marathon Mile 18 Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney December 6, 2021 "A Shout Into The Void" Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
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