Fate stares him straight in the eye
There’s no escape in sight…
not this time
not for him…
it does seem.
Frantic…
he desperately darts away
as a splinter does fly
from a solid beam…
lost in the dust, dereliction, decay.
He must not cave in to despair
He clutches the precious key
To weather each desperate drought…
He will band together with those who care
No time to give in…
to flee
Stand and fight with all his might…
Never concede to doubt.
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Written for Poppy’s October prompts which I found to be highly uncooperative!
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Heartfelt and relatable
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I love this line especially 'lost in the dust, dereliction, decay.'
What an intense scene and compelling character! Great use of narrative elements in this, Angie!
Angie this was so intense and honestly could be used as an opening scene or stanza to a book! Love what you did with Poppy's Prompt!!
Ahhh. That pesky fate, the soiler of hopes and dreams. Loved the poem, its hero sticking to her guns to the very end!
Even though uncooperative, you made the words work, Angie!
It is certainly hard to go with the flow when Death try to knock on your door. This definitely an eye opening poem 🤗
Ooooh...what a wonderful and potent use of Poppy's words! Well done, Angie!
This was extremely powerful! Loved your take on this!
Great message and a well-written poem.