Dream

I don't really have anything to say. I kinda don't see the point of the this section, the poem IS the description.

It's been 48 hours since she last lifted her head
Stuck there
Pulsing with heavy-hearted discontent
A feverish plague smothers her pale form
And yet
Her placement seems fitting, don't you think?
Pensive expressions encircle the afflicted
Her eyes
Dart back and forth beneath grey lids
Unbeknownst to her watchers, she endures
Silents cries
As her wings are ripped from her being
Failed attempts at life has left her shaken
And praying
For a miracle that will never reappear
Trapped in a nightmare she has created
For her
Waking is a far-fetched dream
 

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

wow...ahh i'd say that this poem screams, lol it's that good!
Brilliant word selection nicely done, i love it!

[Whitney]

Don't be jealous on my behalf. Hehe. We all have talent here.

Thank you so much.

[John A Common]

another great poem. you are so talented i am a little bit jealous.

[Ian]

This actually reminds me of something I would write. I really like "Pensive expressions encircle the afflicted" and such sentences as this. Ah, Whit. You really don't realize how brilliant you are, do you?