Challenge
Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
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Stage Five
In the quiet
velvet black of slow purchased night,
the daylight climbing,
clawing
like a cat stretch,
piercing the fabric of the growing
dark,
I sit in that solid back chair
waiting.
In the rush
pull, push, panic
the air drains,
lungs empty
heart pounds
sobs catch, there, in the throat
behind the pain
behind the eyes closing
I wish you had not given up.