Ashley Conte Poet Verse

Rooting For 8 To 5

As a child I laid  on grass evergreen

With tresses expanding across vibrancy of  nourished hills.

But it was there my body decayed prematurely

With stabbed chest, ashen air shortening life’s stages; 

Now, men beg for lost comfort— prayers unanswered.




Contest: Rooting For 8 To 5
5 Jan 2016 submitted to nette onclaud

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Andrea Dietrich January 10, 2017 at 3:59 PM Congrats for your win, Ashley. The second line has great imagery.

Nette Onclaud January 9, 2017 at 2:01 PM ouchie but so amazingly, realistically written... sweet congrats ashley and thanks for joining!

Chris Green January 4, 2017 at 4:42 PM This poem was dark and sad but so well written. A very creative piece. Good luck in the contest.

Gabby Sabre January 4, 2017 at 12:43 PM This painful reality leaves a lasting mark of warning to us. Powerful poem from your plume!Best wishes.