Zack Rocklin-Waltch (United States) published:
PROMPT: Poetry Writing Competition 2015
Loud pierces soft. Frantic cuts through mild.
The world around sits and the waking mind goes wild.
Of a time far, far from here,
past the rocking sea and burning sky
to a place where there's no need to cry.
Dreaming while locked
with key and latch.
The cry may soften, the throat may catch.
And the feelings of desolation trap.
As the footsteps tap
Like a knuckle's rap
And a scream.
Like desperate effort,...
about 5 years ago