Whiteness surrounding
Howling winds push it in on me
Should be bright, but dark instead
The flatness all around me
Huddled on a cot, the flap of the door reveals
The rusted bridge, the smell of waste
And as the shadow moves in, emptiness ensues
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Written August 25th, 2006
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i like this poem it says what it has to and thats it i really like how you get your point across. well done.
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hmmmmm, interesting with imagery that makes the progtagonist into the ultimate vicitm, as if they have no control over what is done to them- at least, that is what the word choice is doing for the poem. It reminded me of a person in some Medieval castle (dunno why, just got some creepy images such as torture and the like
what's the motivation for writing a poem all of a sudden, anyway?- yer always doing short stories and chaps. Nice poem in a dark sorta way- i likes me some dark stuff every now and then
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