Fox Cry

The mind wrote

In the dark

A lovers note

To foxes bark;

I lay

In lies,

I stay

In disguise,

I wait

For him,

For fate 

To begin,

Too late...

Lies spin

Inside 

My skin;

Too late...

He said,

My trait 

Of dread,

Stop this heart,

Already dead. 

Still

I sit,

Always will,

Never admit 

I cannot stop

I cannot break

This lovers knot

That keeps me awake. 

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

So much depth and truth to your poem. You convey so well the self-inflicted mental and emotional torment we often experience, usually alone in a dark place.

I particularly like the short lines, illustrating how the mind leaps from one thought to the next, like a pinball bouncing from thought to thought, each triggering more doubt. Another nice piece.

[G.W. Saitreux]

I really enjoyed the flow of this poem. The rhymes really add to the rhythm of your writing and adds a punch to every sentence. I am also a sucker anytime the phrase 'Already Dead' is used in any poetry, music, or anything really. Keep up the great work!