(The Price Of Weakness) - Poetic-surge Poetry Contest #1. / An Original Poem
There are times a weak mind is the greatest of sins.
waking alone in the dark,
my memory, empty,
my hunger, sated.
since I could face this madness,
my mind undrained by incessant cravings,
unbound by that haunted sadness.
They named me a Devil,
saw in my eyes
Madness in which I revel.
that dark, festering desire,
it must be sealed,
for them.
I cry as my eyes go red,
no void to hide in
just blood to shed.
the cracks begin to show
the cracks begin to show.
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This is my entry to the Poetic-surge Poetry Contest hosted by @tony-duke and @ajremy.
I'd like to thank the lovely people at the @isleofwrite for helping me edit this poem, and especially @geekorner for opening my eyes to what a monstrosity the first version of this was. Bless his soul.
-Themadrunnah
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Very dark but also fascinating.
I like the hook..
Good luck with the poetry contest!
Thanks for dropping by and reading!
My pleasure!
Wow, man that's really awesome, you really have talent brother....tell me how can i vote you :)
Afraid only the judges vote but thanks for the well-wishes!