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Years of Fears

Pricked with a prod, I’ve been penetrated,
sent back to the wasteland I created. 
Laced with ash, left jaded and hated,
my impaled mind seeks only redemption,
as my ebon veins flow with deception. 

racing 
voices 
facing
choices

Now my tears of ice crackle down my cheek. 
I ascended great, over the mount’s peak
to find out if it’s peace I truly seek.
Blue silent stars whisper hope when in need,
shadowed by desperation and greed.

Jabbed and stabbed for a mistake made,
wept and slept as the moondust starts to fade. 
Through internal punishment I have paid,
and I shall never look on glass walls high-
shattered and battered, I lean in and sigh…

facing
choices
racing
voices

For I am but a woman with impaled fears-
manic with a tragic past…fought for many years. 




July 30, 2019

Anthony Slausin
Impaled Poetry Contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/8/2019 5:15:00 PM
I really like this Luloo. The internal rhymes stab-stab-stab - I think it really adds to the venom of the poem and the little refrain is also razor-sharp. It all kind of sizzles with energy... and then you close it by saying you’re “manic” and it all makes sense. Blistering!
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Date: 8/7/2019 9:39:00 AM
Lu Loo, CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win! So moving! Janice
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Date: 8/6/2019 11:43:00 PM
Congrats! I can relate to this, and I thank the Lord for His assurance of peace with His "Never fear... for I am with you" promises, revealed in the Scriptures. God bless you.
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Date: 7/30/2019 10:23:00 AM
This is stunning writing Laura, one of your best, and so I have to fave this. If this one doesn't do well in the contest...then!
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