I'm freezing beneath this winter night
but I'm afraid I can't light a fire
because all I can see is white
and I'm trapped inside this mire
if only I'd been more cautious
I wouldn't have fallen into this place
and what's that smell? I'm nauseous
what would happen now? Such a disgrace.
I hold your hand firmly
I won't let go this time
if only you could hear me
and forgive me for my crime.
About the crime, the poem is inspired in a short story which I wrote a few years ago, maybe I'll post it someday, in this story I killed my mistress and while trying to get rid of the body I fell to a pit where I ended up trapped at last.
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"I'm freezing beneath this winter night,
but I'm afraid I can't light a fire
because all I can see is white
and I'm trapped inside this mire.
If only I'd been more cautious
I wouldn't have fallen into this place
and what's that smell? I'm nauseous.
What would happen now? Such a disgrace.
I hold your hand firmly.
I won't let go this time.
If only you could hear me
and forgive me for my crime."
Okay, I corrected the grammar part for you. Now, the review. I think you have some interesting potential here. The depth and despair definetely shows. I think more might be needed in defining the crime. That is a bit vague in that department and leaves the reader wondering (although that is not always a bad thing). Anyway, I like it. Makes me feel like I am struggling for warmth on a freezing winter's night and the only thing keeping me company is the whisps of breath from my exhalation. Kudos to you and if you rewrite it, let me know and I'll re-review it for you.
I hope you do post the story that influenced this piece.
I'm very intrigued and would thoroughly enjoy reading it if you ever did.
Beautiful as is.
Wonderful work!
"I'm freezing beneath this winter night,
but I'm afraid I can't light a fire
because all I can see is white
and I'm trapped inside this mire.
If only I'd been more cautious
I wouldn't have fallen into this place
and what's that smell? I'm nauseous.
What would happen now? Such a disgrace.
I hold your hand firmly.
I won't let go this time.
If only you could hear me
and forgive me for my crime."
Okay, I corrected the grammar part for you. Now, the review. I think you have some interesting potential here. The depth and despair definetely shows. I think more might be needed in defining the crime. That is a bit vague in that department and leaves the reader wondering (although that is not always a bad thing). Anyway, I like it. Makes me feel like I am struggling for warmth on a freezing winter's night and the only thing keeping me company is the whisps of breath from my exhalation. Kudos to you and if you rewrite it, let me know and I'll re-review it for you.
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