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Post by darkwoods on Nov 2, 2005 18:38:20 GMT -5
Dragging on through a thick bog Pushing on because of a force that is other than mine Being ripped this way and that against my will Barely keeping my head above the marshy water Drowning in a swamp Trees fall short of my grasp But they give me a spark of hope That quickly extinguishes as I am sucked under once again
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Hellspoet
Established Muse
I'd rather regret the things I have done than the things I have not
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Post by Hellspoet on Nov 3, 2005 14:37:49 GMT -5
Nice imagery on this one i can see a boy actually struggling to defeat his enemies and losing his battle
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Post by lauramaet2007 on Nov 10, 2005 17:49:19 GMT -5
I love the imagery in this poem, from a semi-religous stand point it can almost be taken as a living hell. Where one can barely keep themself alive. A life where everything that they need is right there for them to get but it is just barely out of their reach, however just knowing that it was there in the first place gives them a glimmer of hope, a will to keep fighting, but in the end, as always they are defeated. Well written poem, keep it up. -Laura Mae
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Post by mercywraith on Feb 21, 2006 9:23:18 GMT -5
Beautiful feel to this one I imediatly saw a picture in my mind of a young soldier going through the battles of war. Excellent!
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