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Click herewhy meditate behind a cellar door
creating mental confusion
self hypnosis with out real hope
the flaws you fear mutiply
in the damp darkness like spiders
you age and wilt with worry
in your own self importance
join me on a slow stroll
rebirth in the crashing waves
feel the sand between your toes
each grain blown about
anchored no deeper than your life
then dedicate your days
to something bright and bold
you insignificant bastard
Wow. Very bold and straight forward.
Flowed so smooth, such an interesting lil ride.
What a picture you have painted with this one.
Yes I most def. think you got your *hard* ending.
Carried it off beautifully~!!
To me there seems to be an excellent balance between imagery and opinion. I love Open The Cellar Door! Great writing.
...my muse quit on the Slow/Cellar Door challenge. You set the standard frighteningly high, SS.
Tess
This bit drew a smile:
you age and wilt with worry
in your own self importance
Then I thought I'd tell you that the second verse was my favorite, cause it was. Until I read the ending!
Great job, I relate totally!
Thanks