The Tendrils of Life

Free Verse: Portraying the miseries of people and their struggles.

The Tendrils of Life

The world beneath this forlorn sky
Battered painfully by their ceaseless cries
Echoes linger down the abyss
Reverberate back to trample
Every ignoble souls

Their ire won't quell, wrath won't subside
Chained in continuous struggles
To flee from their miserable lives
Chasing happiness that's too swift
Too slippery to take a hold

Their stares were trenchant darts
Piercing every piece of Him
Yet He never gave up despite the swears
Instead, had set foot on the ground
In the land cursed by them

He healed every furious soul
Quelled their unquenchable ires
Soothed and touched the wounds
Brought by the fervent whips
Of the tendrils of life

These tendrils once whipped me like no end
Until I bleed and lost my feel
This land I found my first breath
Fourteen years ago
Pushed me to do the worst

I feared to step this land of hate
That wished for none but my bitter fate
They wanted me not, They wanted my absence
To get lost and vanish in oblivion
Like a nightmare in everyone's sleep

Here I am- lost, alone, frightened
Everyone hated me, they wanted me... dead



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FIRST PLACE WINNER
Form: FREE VERSE
Prompt: Image 1
Line Count: 32 lines
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