Lost

A poem by Anasteja Carew

heckler's squall provokes the nerve

 

chronic taunt -

wears the mind

 

patience drips with every word

 

treading woe; draining warmth

 

darkness shared with all

 

but who asked for it?

 

peace became the hitch-hicker on this road of dejection; thumbless

 

she sealed herself in and closed off humanity

 

and they said she would be happy there

Reviews

[jaime]

Chronic taunt-
wears the mind

I really get this. As always your work really helps me think on a different plane...and deeply. good job lady :)

[Leran Vakem]

What a piece, I really love the last line, I can really relate to that
Good work keep it up
Leran Vakem

[Nicole]

waoh deep
i think i get the message though, or at least part of it
good job =)

[Lestat's daughter]

Love it!

[The Spaniard]

i dug this one a lot. as usual your word usage is amazing and the flow was perfect. i just love reading your work