Cold. Dark. How bleak was the emergence against my
personal abyss. Like a piece of malformed clay I had lay
in a fetal position of restless agony. The restraints of
human captivity worn raw into my youthful complexion. As
the Captor relinquished his artifice named love, the visceral
phoenix burned with pure disdain. Writhing into the beat of
the drums of resolution, the veneer melted into a pile of
blackened ashes. Rising into the air now abscond of my former
self. A child. Scared. My cheeks holding the tears of
epiphany. New. Stronger. An incandescent being of immortality
where my character is concerned.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ares.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?