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Survivor
Contributed by
Rosewing
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Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 08:32:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The melting mass of mutated man
Struggled forward spouting blood,
No bright coloured shirt he wore
Just a pattern etched into his chest.
A blue scar marred his orange neck,
Peeling flesh his deformed face,
As from the burning fields of ash
He crawled , blinded by the light.
But no-one came to his aid
To treat his toasted skin;
No-one, because
There is no-one
No living thing is left !
©Rosewing
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Rosewing
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2002-07-28 20:32:53]
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Re: Survivor
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by chatabox on
Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 09:13:37 PM AEST
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oooo, how chilling, must be our worst nightmare.
Wonderful Powerful write, made me feel a little uneasy....but thats good.
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Re: Survivor
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by Rosewing on
Monday, 29th July 2002 @ 03:03:11 AM AEST
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Thanx for your kind words. I always think poetry should move the emotions even if that disturbs us slightly.Some of Wilfred Owen and Rupert Brookes work brings tears to your eyes.
Cheers Rosewing |
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