This abyss,
that is my life;
Wreathing around the cold shroud
of my undead body,
Spiraling into darkness
and coming back again,
To haunt me;
Pulling me back
from the deep dark sea of gloom,
And suffocating me
in a puddle,
Who knew I would drown in shallow waters?
Your point is brilliant . . . we go thru amazingly tough life experiences & then sometimes it's one small thing that slays us. You show this in a way that immerses the reader in imagery and I almost missed your point, I was so taken in by how everything looks & feels as imagery, just imagining such a journey. I love a well-posed question to make a point like this. I also really love how this seems like a "dark" poem, but there's no anguish to be felt, more of an acceptance, explaining how life goes down (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Such a sad piece as the description is of such deep unhappiness even though the protagonist tried not to delve too deeply into life and made few demands.
Life and death, the sad realty of our lives and the human spirit that struggles on.. There is no escape from the war... This was a painful but powerful read.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
There is no escaping your own mind. Thank you for reading. I appreciate your review.
Life surprises us even when we feel like we've had our share of surprises... your last line hits hard. And I do relate to your piece. Well penned.
P.S. not that it's absolutely necessary, but I do think you could tinker with the lay out to make it read more smooth. Just a suggestion.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
I tried to adjust the layout slightly to make it smooth on your suggestion. Thank you for an actual .. read moreI tried to adjust the layout slightly to make it smooth on your suggestion. Thank you for an actual review, my friend. :)
5 Years Ago
You're welcome. And I definitely like your poem more now. I think you're a good addition to the writ.. read moreYou're welcome. And I definitely like your poem more now. I think you're a good addition to the writing community here :)