*So, yeah, okay.. This is more like prose than a poem.. Well, scratch that.. it IS prose. but hell - I'm posting it anyway!*
She sits at the table, hands twin trembling creatures as she tries to construct her words appropriately. With each sweep of the old Grandfather Clock's second hand, a tear slips from chin to lap - a warm little drop of life and love fallen free.
Desperately, she pulls her thoughts together, but her mind will not behave. Another crumbled sheet goes into the wastebin. Pen poses, ready to scratch the surface of the ivory stationary. Once more her hand settles still.
It hurts so damn much to voice it out loud. Each word a silent scream as she etches them across the paper. Every letter is an angry accusation of her own deplorable behavior. It has to be done.
For any salvation to be had of this debacle she created, it has to be done. And she deserves the pain.
She writes:
"At first chance, I have failed. Failing you and myself. It was the ultimate testament and I fell short by a mile.
In a moment of weakened crisis, I could not see past nor through and because of this I was blinded.
I broke your trust, faith and willingness. There is nothing I can expect but the worst, as I deserve nothing more.
Childish and pathetic, I showed an unbearable side that shames me fiercely! Now, I cannot meet your eye nor ever hope to once again touch your heart.
I've cut the cords that I tried so hard to keep strong, braiding to perfection. I'm not what I thought I could be, and again, I have failed miserably. Because of this, I will suffer the consequences my actions have caused.
I deserve nothing more."
Her trembling hand settles still one final time, pen dropping to the floor.
*gulp* *in stewie griffin's voice* what the hell, woman! she just apologized and now she's dead? *end impersonating* no really, I was expecting something dark, but the image of the pen dropping on the floor is very... shocking! I am in awe! the images are perfected to a master's level for example: "hands twin trembling creatures" "Pen poses, ready to scratch the surface of the ivory stationary." I mean Oh My God! where do you come up with these? the vocabulary is quite excellent the whole letter is very intelectual, "she" must have been brilliant! as the author, of course no writer could ever create a character smarter than himself convincingly. this may not be a poem but it is damn poetic through its every image, and the whole mood sets me in the very state of mind it had been written in, I believe. By any means, 10/10 *claps*
no writer could ever create a character smarter than himself convincingly.
