Futility. October 3, 2014 - October 10, 2014
"...He wrapped the wounds and prayed, though the man was dead, and there was no god..."
Hey, this is a contest for any poem the potential contestant may feel relates to the above line.
The line does not have to used in the poem.
The poem does not have to involve a man, or a wound, or the lack of any god, or any word actually found in the line.
It is more about how the line makes you feel, what thoughts it sparks in your mind, etc.
Pre-written poems are also acceptable, if you feel they are applicable to your own interpretation of the subject.
I promise to give you a 'thumbs up' if I ever happen to see you.
Created Oct 3, 2014