It Wakes in me.
The seething,
roiling,
darkness.
Vaporous gloom,
of malcontent.
It wakes in me.
Uncalled for,
Unrepentant.
Without reason,
Without restraint,
It wakes in me,
and it
is
defiant,
of you,
of me.
Desperate!
It has
hunger.
un-named,
un-satisfied.
Author notes
Kinda soft dark.
A contest entry
- Darkest of the Darklings by whipped rose.
390 points, ended May 16, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Judges Opinion
The name for this poem is illict very insightful and very creative. The pure use of gorgeous words creates a wonderful scene. The flow is excellent; and the repetition is very strong. You have done very well to create an illusion of something very real, something crawling under the skin...
Best of Luck and AWESOME READ -
Nifty
I enjoyed the way you shaped the poem. It adds a sort of broken effect.
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