Cruel, Taunting rope hanging ominously
Like the hanged man in the gallows
Strangling, painful fibers cut deeply as I fall
Air Escapes, vision Falters
Mother, Child, Father cheer mockingly
Just like the witch trials of early England
Gasping, squirming, dieing
The cheering, leering crowd leans toward the morbid scene
Infernal death awaits
The inevitable asphyxia is dominant
My esoteric life condemned
As my last dieing breath is muttered
Formula Poem for English.... thought it deserved a public apperence
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Exellent write! The imagery is very vivd, bringing this piece to life.
Indeed it does deserve a public appearance and kudos to you.
( ah and yes, MessedupMarionette is correct, The spelling is : 'dying')
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dark, vivid, and twisted. nice.
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I like it... I'm very intrigued about the Salem Witch trials... one of my character flaws But it's an interesting poem. Not sure what the formula is, but I don't care. I love it.
One thing though, dieing is spelled dying.
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