Challenge
Challenge of the Month XLII
Two words for this one: Long poem. Winner will be decided by likes, and the panel. We know, we're complicated. Anyway, long poem of yours, about anything at all. 100 big ones for the winner. GO.
I see
The little boy
Drowning
As he walks
Further in
The ominous lake
Where piranhas
Are swimming
My paint brushes
Stroke shades
Of black against
The canvas
As I see
Him return
5 times a day
To the fog
Could it be
He has found
Happiness
In this illusion
Could it be
If I follow
Him
I too
Will become
Delusional
When the clock
Strikes the time
For him to come
I follow
And into the
Fog
I see a garden
A haven
Of lilies
A scene with
Colors that
My paint palette
Can’t resemble
Looking back
In a toothy
Smile
The little boy
Hands me
New colors
A paint palette
With so much potential
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