Eggshells On Ice

Questions surrounding my brain
Unanswered, prayers in vain
These Shackles, I wear for you
Stuck, because my love’s like glue

Morbid are the hands of time
Punished, for another mans crime
There’s no point in getting clean
Filthy minds, which remain obscene

Tiptoeing over eggshells on ice
Suggestions are worthless
With no sound advice

Self absorbed in procrastination
Life is not a permanent vacation

Something inside him needs to break
No evil dwells at Heaven’s gate

This boy is not a healthy man
No lessons learned
Instead, he ran

Pushed the pain
So deep inside
He’s now insane
And tries to hide

Constant lies and deceit
It’s the man inside
He refuses to meet
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Heather Blood.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?