First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
The cavernous hole within Eating me up inside It would be painful, when I still could feel pain But oh, how I've tried I'm still all numb What have I done? You jab me again I feel not a thing I learned my lesson from then Not feeling, falling
To study a simple condition The state of your being doomed to painless perdition observing, but not seeing
Taking, going, gone, replacing Deleting, undoing, backspacing scratching at the orihalcum casing at the thought of lack of thoughts
paradoxical, haunting, painted in red An equation, one variable too many You read lips, but can't believe the unsaid strikes like the dropping of a pin. A penny.
Just a one-cent piece nothing more, nothing less a quarter for it to cease but the ATM's broken, no access there's nothing to lie, nothing to confess nothing but a bleeding absess nothing but burning, freezing numbness
I see your touch against my skin, but the feeling is pained and distant. You say your happy and start too grin, but your mouth looks fanged and mid-rant.
I see you beam with eyes glittering, but it turns to that silent disapointment face. My feelings are numb; cast away from this thing, Your house has turned to a hovelly place.
This shiny feeling is dull and my push is a pull, touch has abandoned me and left me numb. My half empty cup is far from full, but laying here numb it all seems too dumb.
