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Mon 12 May, 2003 12:52 am
Heavy enclosed
dense darkness
surrounding me
in this cramped
empty room.
Windows locked, shaded.
Thick curtains, drawn.
For me, there isn't
any way from under.
Isolated by fears,
holding on to nothing.
I am entomed in
the still of this
stark room.
Distraught eyes shed
vacant tears as I turn
around and stare into
somber eyes of madness.
I shiver to my soul's core
cause the insane eyes
I am glaring through
are mine and not yours.
©2003 RavenEye
Thanks for that.
I did find the themes of this one quite unnerving in some ways and the stark, precise style you've chosen is nicely appropriate - in my 'umble opinion, that is
RavenEye, you went to a frightening place for this poem. I look forward to reading more of your writing.
Welcome to a2k.
Hi mr. trips
Thank you for writing and commenting on my poem. I often write from the darker depths of my soul. I suppose I go there to find where I have been and to seek where I will go.
Bye,
RavenEye :wink:
Hi Diane,
Thanks for the welcome! I tend to write about darker themes. It is my calling , I guess. I am so pleased that you are looking forward to reading more of my work. Thanks for writing and for commenting on my poem.
Bye,
RavenEye
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