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I stand alone. The bitter break of dawn
Is seeping through the blanket made of ash.
I taste the putrid, ling'ring sulfur on
My tongue as it would leave a spotted rash.
Beneath me lie the conquered and the strong
For not a one would dare survive this day;
A little boy still plays his marching song
As he marches slowly through the gray.
I hear the mothers' whimpers in my ears;
They dare not cry for fear they'll lose their souls.
If only there was nothing left to hear,
But softly does the death bell make its tolls.
I stand alone. The bitter break of dawn
Reminds me that my time has come and gone.
- Title: I Stand Alone
- Artist: Casca 7
- Description: This is just a poem I wrote for one of the poem competitions before this arena opened up. It didn't win, but oh well. Tell me what you think.
- Date: 07/16/2008
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Comments (6 Comments)
- Astaire - 07/16/2008
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You keep your meter and rhyme scheme extremely well, so you are to be commended for that.
However, the imagery is a bit vague (THE blanket of ash... what blanket of ash? Is this Pompeii? Did a volcano erupt? Are the dead being burned for sanitation?) You mention a lot of gray and suffering, but why would both the conquered and the strong not dare survive, while this little boy keeps marching? I'm all for open interpretations, but I think your main problem may be that it's a little too vague. - Report As Spam
- Rinlin813 - 07/16/2008
- This is lovely! I really like all the imagery.
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- Cissia - 07/16/2008
- I really like it and it's got lots of great imagery; obviously sad to think about death, but it never becomes overly-morbid. Nice job keeping up the rhyme scheme, too. ^-^
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- Latreice - 07/16/2008
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Like she said I can tell you put alot into it.
I love it! - Report As Spam
- Takorokku - 07/16/2008
- This poem is very well put together. You put a lot of thought into this, I can tell. Good job. ^-^
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- w h i s p e r SHOUT - 07/16/2008
- I love this poem. Good job!
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