Dark Poetry #4 |
Into the Night |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
As I traverse in darkened depths of melancholy I sense the beat of hollowed hearts sounding forth in ceaseless volley- begone ye screams of silence harbingers of pain you mock in isolation as I loathe your harsh disdain my soul is torn asunder as I journey through the night in seek of dispensation in loathe of Charon’s bite. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
This is a nice piece of poetry. It just about falls out of the mouth as you read with mysterious to it and has a gothic feeling to it. Its quiet and calm as well. Nice write. -GIS Everything is beautiful in it's own time |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This poem kinda reminds me of a more individual version of Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." The speaker is trying to find a way out of death. But the lines "begone ye screams / of silence / harbingers of pain" present a sort of irony. The very silence of the inevitable victims of death is but a reminder of the speaker's ultimate fate. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
"Hollowed Hearts" Had to reread it before replying, and now that I have. It made more sense....and those two words...just stood out. Thank you. Hollow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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