Echoes reverberate as the
Champion raises his right arm
Loud cheers enchant the gladiator
Instilling in him the thrill of battle
Power exalts desire, and he pursues
Superiority beyond the
Echo of sentiment when people loved him as he wanted to be loved.
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OneWithPen
I write fiction and poetry focused on inner conflict, fractured relationships, and the quiet moments where people confront who they are. Read at your own pace. Stay if something resonates.
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Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
By OneWithPen2 years ago in Poets
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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What a great last line. Amazing acrostic!