Contest- Confessional Poetry- Sponsor- Tom Woody
Tears don't fall upon my face They soak my soul For being the strange, foolish one pushed aside Hidden in the world of dim-lit shade as the other, always the other Leaving me lonely in a world of billions Where I sit and stare out of panes of glass covered in falling rain Alone with my confusion of what it all means Withdrawn in a darkness that buries me with my wounded soul Filled with introspection that feels cold and unwanted Lost in dreams of broken glass spread before the path I walk barefoot and bleeding Chasing years forgotten, living years unknown Searching the horizon for answers that never comes Surrounded by a misty realm, with my eyes of pain from a world I'll never comprehend Seeking redemption for my soul from another time, another place Wanting to pass through a time I've yet to see Listening to the unbroken sound of tears falling upon my soul That walks the winding staircase, bringing a lamplight of truth So its flame can spread light on the hilltop of my unknown
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