BlackholeA Poem by AmelieA poem from my graphite and poetry series, "Monochromes and Trajectories" and entry to Maningning Miclat international poetry competition.There is a deep dark pit in my chest. I imagined it as boiling amalgam. Pungent, stinging, stench- an all men’s cursing What’s beneath, I can tell not. There is occasional grumbling, thundering, thumping,
screaming, wailing. There could be creatures; hideous- looking creatures. What’s hovering on the surface could be harpies; those that might’ve lured Ulysses to his dread. They flew and lived and clattered in dense circling motions
like fireflies seduced by a light bulb: Hearts will somewhat,
somehow, always beat… only to beat
fastest to the one that will stop its beating. Round and round and round they flew; putrid beaks. Spiteful
scowls. There could be beasts that prowl and growl gnawing my cardiac wall of flesh and scarlet filth. There is a deep, dark pit in my chest. What lies beneath I really can tell not Or maybe it has none; Deride me of thy pleasure of nothingness! Pain is best served in a platter and dined with knives - all
sizes. Loneliness is cold meat, best served with warm wine, best drank with a golden chalice: It’ll go down my throat as cold, cerulean fire; it will
remain cold as it reaches my stomach. There was an interminable blank; it feeds, that I knew. it feeds on light,
defecates darkness. The idea amuses me then I become none. © 2013 AmelieAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 9, 2013 Tags: free verse, dark, poetry AuthorAmelieMemoryhouse , PhilippinesAboutCall me Mel. I'm a kaleidoscope of sorts. Create a playlist at MixPod.com more..Writing
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