Bowels of Tears

The Earth is in a dismal state. The Flame has left the Earth without anything in the dark.

The Earth screams in the
Silence
Unable to continue
Forward
Unable to draw
Back
Immobile in the dank
Darkness
Crying out to the
Flame in the distance
The Flame is
Free
To come to the misshapen
Mass in the blackness
Free to strand it there as well
And abandon it
It did
The Flame departs to never return and
Shine

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

Well, the title rather disturbs me.
I don't know if you're going for the shock factor or if your meant "bowls", but the poem is good either way. I like the overall mood. Very nice.
KH

[Kristin Brecoe]

hey now...she doesnt get the first comment. *glares her down*

anyway. this was a great piece. i like how you structure your poems. they add nice rhythm to it. =]

me loves you and your work.

[glompness]

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

The darkness and silence creates an errie scene. It would be sad if the light never returned.

Creative write.