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Author Topic: "Untitled" By Seraphim Risen - YC 117 New Eden Capsuleer's Writing Contest  (Read 611 times)

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NOTE: Seraphim Risen has graciously allowed me to publish her private submission which got a "4th Place" Award for Poetry in the YC 117 New Eden Capsuleer's Writing Contest.  Here it is!

Trapped in the corner
I ask myself how I got here
Nowhere to run for help
I pray to take me far from here
But no
There’s no answer
But no
There’s no saviour

Gust of air
My shield is gone
Clutching hands
My armor gone

No protection left alone to fend for myself
Just me and my faith
I know what they’ll say
She brought it on she did it to herself
I must hide, be a wraith

I’m faithful
But that shield is cracked
I’m hurting
Only two I can trust
Healing
Slowly
I leave my new home

An old friend comes in, hello
Haven’t seen him in ages
Doesn’t know
He begins to yell, I want to die
He doesn’t understand
I die a little
A second old friend comes in, hello
Haven’t seen her in years
Doesn’t know
She gets angry and loud, I want to die
She doesn’t understand
I die even more
The third, a doctor, hello
Coming with questions
Doesn’t know, yells
I want to die

This is the new cycle of my life
I see it, recognize it
And yet
This is the new cycle of my life
I cannot change it
Cannot steer it
I’m fading
Help
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