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Helpless
A new day on the earth usually brings with it a warming hearth, but so this day doth bring with it a wave of weakening fervor to crash at the heels and send them face first into the dirt.
It starts to stick with the mind that this may not be the best of times and realization is but a stone's throw. To the ideal sentiments of a forlorn watcher in the midst, to see corruption and agony on a personal scale.
But help shan't come to those who have none, as the truth sets in motion a last act of desperation, throwing up their hands as they whisper a request to those above for divine intervention. Their last words pour through, the day is coming to a close.
And no miraculous help comes, not a single hand, not one. No assistance for the meek, the timid, or the weak, as their last gasp leaves the chambers of their flesh-laden soul, they cry out in pain, but all that remains, is a callous, unforgiving, hole.
- by Cottoncandyocbra3 |
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- | Submitted on 12/20/2008 |
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- Title: Helpless
- Artist: Cottoncandyocbra3
- Description: A darker poem. One of the first poems I wrote.
- Date: 12/20/2008
- Tags: helpless
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Comments (5 Comments)
- whitejade13 - 12/30/2008
- This is very well written. I absolutely adore the last few words. "but all that remains, is a callous, unforgiving, hole." 5/5
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- Sorceress_Wakaru - 12/30/2008
- Are you writing a poem of a soul banned from entering heaven? The dawn of a new day here, I think, means the time where a person's time to leave has arrived. The prayers for help here is prayed too late already for the damned soul to be safe. Is what I could think of.
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- iiReina - 12/29/2008
- this is...the saddest poem i have ever read!
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- Lady Erudessa - 12/20/2008
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Amazing!
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- Bleuraven123 - 12/20/2008
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It's sad somehow....but don't get me wrong--it's perfect like always! ^^ 5 - Report As Spam