Open Poetry #45 |
Embers |
spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
Caught in the confines of this rusty cage This room that defines My listless rage Smelling the Embers of this place where I burn tragically dying As I'm waiting my turn To feel all these Fires That crackle with pain left here in shackles No longer with name But numbered to pass In the shadows of shame unknown and beknownst My cries without word disappearing and lost No longer absurd But a figment of your imagination |
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Poetal Member
since 2009-11-09
Posts 74Texas, United States |
A good job here and written with great poetic form with excellent rhythm and rhyme. Thanks kindly for the fun read. AL Inmon |
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