i entered a poetry contest. think i stand a chance?
untitled:
im surrounded, by what i dont know.
escape is merely a leaf blowing in the wind.
when i look around i feel eyes upon me,
my muscles stiffen at their touch.
when i listen, whispers dance in the darkness.
their words turn to glass and shatter,
falling to the ground like rain glistening in the night.
when i look above i see a shining light,
much like a train barreling down a narrow passage.
its approach heralds the most thunderous silence
what was once broken glass now mimics the dull cries of angels.
i can see the outlines of their feathery wings.
pure white, like a snowflake's dream.
have i died? is "this" that light at the end of the tunnel?
my captors are getting closer now,
and they are as beautiful as words could never tell.
the one before me walks on her tiptoes,
as if she could float away at any moment.
and her blue eyes are so piercing that
i can feel cuts form on my face.
to think that a sapphire dream like this
stays hidden in the clouds.
its a shame that i must leave her now.
i wonder if everyone falls in love with an angel before they go
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