Uninvited guest

Uninvited guest

A Poem by Shanny

Under cover of the night

Appeared angel with red Light

Come silently at my door

Said he won’t wander no more

Said he won’t hear my voice again

Said he hasn’t nothing to gain


Under cover of the light

Appeared angel at dark night

My soul is waiting miserably

To be in his arms

My mind is screaming inevitably

Falling slowly in his charms

Feel ill at ease here but now

Touch my wounds I don’t know how


Crave for it much more and more

Must stay still silent at this door

Crumbly cell in my brain they crash

No voice no words only dead hush

Sleeping red light’s fading out

No one can save me from now


© 2014 Shanny


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the images surrounding your writing are terrifying and nightmarish. there is a panic in them. panic is a tough thing to get across with writing. good job.

it's really good. "dead hush" "crumbly cell in my brain they crash" "falling slowly in his charms" "angel wit red light" I liked all of this.

Feverish stuff, almost.

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the images surrounding your writing are terrifying and nightmarish. there is a panic in them. panic is a tough thing to get across with writing. good job.

it's really good. "dead hush" "crumbly cell in my brain they crash" "falling slowly in his charms" "angel wit red light" I liked all of this.

Feverish stuff, almost.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Strong statements and emotions in this poem. I had to read again. I like the journey you took me with. Led me with you to dead-end of hush. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shanny

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I am glad you like it :)))
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

I did. I like how you use the language.

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Shanny
Shanny

Krakow, Poland



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