Breaking Artifice

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?