Dark Turmoil

A darkened blackish vine
full of sharp thorns
tormenting my thoughts as it's
tight gripped vine constricts all movement
Aches of thorns pulsating,pounding
where my cuts lay deep
twisted thorns as death grows near
coldness of air rushes over me
weighed down with iron chains
This darkened blackish vine won't hear my plea
never letting me forget
what darkness can bring
it does not care and it only has one thing
reigns on my soul
unending rest

Reviews

[Brad]

funny how that depthless cold abyss is so welcoming, isn't it?

[FallenWingz]

pure darkness..........that soul can be revived u know..

[stars are far]

nice one
i loved that a lot :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Turmoil is like a choking vine that wraps around our hearts and chokes the light from us. Well penned my friend.

[rwar ish me]

Another Great piece.
Dark, very nice
~Amai

[Thea]

Stunning poem...
"Aches of thorns pulsating,pounding"
Awesome... :)))

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Your vine analogy was really good!

[J Todd Underhill]

Another great poem, your works keep me coming back and visiting when I can, I apologize for being as busy as I am lately but do not think I want to miss any of your works.

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

I can relate to this poem. I really like it!