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Tis time to return with the Wayback Machine once more. Last time it was to repost your shortest poem and then your longest poem. This time, post your Longest Prose write and the date you first posted at the very bottom.
Rules are simple, hunt down your work for the longest Prose write you have and just see if you get the same response now as you did then, or perhaps better this time around. Tag me in the comment box just like this: @Danceinsilence ... I shall decide the winner who will receive The Longfellow Prose Award. I will start this off and Happy Hunting!
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PoetryMaster24 in Long-Form Prose

My Blue-Eyed Angel

There are no amount of words that could voice my sorrow

Nothing could bring you back to me

Nothing can bring us back together

You’re gone and now there’s nothing left for me in this world

Why did you leave me alone?

God, why did you steal away my only love in this world?

God, why can’t you bring her back to me?

God, why was I holding her as she took her last breath?

God, Why?

You stole away my only happiness

You stole away my angel

... My joy...

She held me at my lowest points

She loved me at my darkest points

God, why couldn’t you have taken someone else?

God, why did it have to be her of all of the people in the world ?

You saw as I held her limp corpse

You sat there watching as I sobbed over her body

You saw as I had to watch them take my beautiful blue-eyed angel away in a body bag

You saw as the culprit stabbed her six times

You saw everything and did nothing to save her

God, Why?

You knew how much I loved her

You did nothing to save my love

You can’t really exist since you sat and watched her beautiful blue eyes go dark as the life drained from them

YOU DON’T EXIST

You let him take the only thing that made me believe that you existed

You let him take her away from me

Why did I have to work so late?

Why couldn’t I have just stayed home and maybe she would still be alive

I was saved when she was safe

When my darling died, so did the God she believed in

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