Foggy Capes

A poem about loneliness and that dark terrible feeling you sometimes think about at night.

Foggy Capes

Its a graveyard shift type of feeling,

Charred footnotes by the dumpster.

Oh mother dearest I've walked so far today.

Amongst the shadows, 

I stood with them inside of a circle

Heads plastered on sticks 

Running on bare feet

Stepping on angel hair..

My heart has been looking for so long

For a place where I will finally belong.

On this sunday afternoon

I felt so menacing 

I didn't mean to cut you 

Or hurt your feelings. 

By the briar I felt a comforting

As rigid as a preachers hand

Trying to pulling me back,

From the sorry solitude 

I was so eager to become.

But not even the cross can save me

I've become something else.

Built upon the darkness. 

Reminiscing of what I felt 

On that foggy day 

By the harbour. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jordan A. Wilson]

this casts an intense picture. very nice work.

[Zachary_James]

Amazing poem Cole......

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Very interesting. Nice poem

[olla]

this is very good.. very good indeed..

[Olivia Marie]

I loved it :) I also loved your allusion to Christ on the cross. I believe that's what you're referring to. I loved the diction. The whole thing was put together well. :)

[Shauna Jacqueline Ander..]

I love your use of imagery in your poems, it's so deeply exhilerating.
The change in flow acts as a constant as does the pain and insecurity of the character, perfectly mirroring. Perhaps a few minor things could be altered but that's only if your being really picky. I'm loving your work. Keep sending. =]