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My Voice
I created a sound
Loud as thousand drums, roars of the cloud
Into glazes of life, streets of slum
Study of the intellect, works left undone
I cherished thee.
And I let it be.
Oh! What a pity is it to know?
The emptiness in me, vacuum of my soul
They, in alliance, made my voice
Roaring as thunder giant as a troll.
August of 2012
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #9: Write a 20 word story about heartbreak. The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. Winner will receive $100.
