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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. 


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…


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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