Between the world we see and the world we live,
There are doors that lead into the darkness.
This is where dark eyes travel behind a blacken veil
Afraid to step into the light of day
For the darkness and the night are their haunting playgrounds of delight.
It is here,
I wither in silent pain
Trapped within the murky depths of my own soul.
Where no light can be exposed.
It gets under the skin and into the soul,
Creeping and crawling in…
Twisting and turning like a bloody knife as it goes,
Drilling deeper and deeper through my life
As the invasion begins…
I can't get out and you can't come in.
I’m caught up in the tortured, twisted depths of loneliness…
I am being pursued by the demons within
That fluently roam the shadows of the still blackness of my mind.
I am a tortured, lost soul
Trapped within and unwillingly forced
To remember all the memories shown
So vividly of those who have ever cast
A slimy finger upon my skin
And tainted my soul.
For they have taken my heart and polluted my mind with unholy, unnatural thoughts
That are so powerful,
They threaten to overtake my life.
Within my thoughts,
I am taken to that dark, lonely sea
That is swirling and seething with all the filth and foul that clutters within me.
Forced to peer over the edge,
I find myself hanging on a ledge
At the mercy of this raging sea of death.
Delicately balanced,
I'm in silent pain
I can't get out and you can't come in.
I’m caught up in the tortured, twisted depths of loneliness…
Trapped within a living nightmare.
A living nightmare of death.
Author notes
This is unlike any other poem I have ever written. I have no idea from whence it came. I just started writing and there it was on the screen. Don't get too freaked out by it... it's just that time of year!
A contest entry
- Spooky by krymsin kyss.
600 points, ended October 30, 2007, 16 entries
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A write that obviously is influenced by the season of dying away. But there are metaphors here...the sea, nightmares, and veils. Very much says to me "I've lost touch with myself" therefore...how can anyone else find me? It is strong and passionate with it's emotion. These things written without prompts or contemplation do come straight from the inner voice.
You should be proud of this verse. Blue
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Thanks, Blue. I have no idea where this particular write came from. It was probably influenced by the halloween season and all. Who knows, maybe sometimes I do feel this way deep inside.
Anyway, thanks again for your observations about it. I appreciate it.
~Donna~
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I really enjoyed this write..one of the best I have read so far...beautifully done. Thanks for entering and good luck :]
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Your welcome. This is one unique poem. It just came to me from out of the blue. Thank you fro reading and commenting. I really appreciate it.
~Donna~
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Wow. that is scary, shivers. Wounderful job though, keep up the great work.
Amber
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Amber,
I thought you could use a scare today. LOL! This poem amazes me. WOW! It hit me from somewhere out in left field! Thanks for taking a looking. Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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