Open Poetry #24 |
Scattered |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I used to scream at nothing, no one loud piercing sound sent into night enveloped in flight as the darkness ate, sufficient to sate it's need, on my horror the blackness would feed. I was left empty, and silent, void as the tyrant of feelings escaped the prison of myself. There was nothing else no other medium so I was forced into tedium as the screaming, became a chant and I can't remember a time when within twisted rhyme there was comfort for my soul. Now I write to make up the whole from the pieces of me I've s c a t t e r e d as shattered I screamed and screamed and screamed knowing not that silence is all that escaped. WhiteRose 1/09/03 |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
WhiteRose - a chilling write. I do hope all is well with you now dear lady. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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neveah5 Member
since 2002-11-22
Posts 197Ohio |
Wow... i loved that ending |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes, very chilling...please write if you need me. |
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