Beaten by war, love and disappointment
bunkered in my own torpid confinement;
how can I express concern from stolidity
my voice is but listless echoes of vacuity.
Lethargic as graveyards midnight still
my coffin mind, sordid remnants fill
severed lost dreams serrated segments
broken hearts glass shattered fragments.
Enshrouded by night skies gloomy gray
smothered beneath dispassionate decay
among bare trees ghostly branches dreary
moves depressions grim, worn and weary.
Lock me in dungeons damp castle tomb
shackled to stone walls whipping gloom
bury my insanity in deep squaller's abyss
I could careless, there is no pain I remiss.
Am I to loiter in false terms of the living
reach up from torpors dark and unforgiving;
once the led clapper of towers resonant bell
now recluse in silent pains apathetic hell.
Author notes
Prompt: apathy
A contest entry
- 3 MOS. Gold MEMBERSHIP-updated to 600 points! and feature, Prompt: APATHY- Give Dark Writing a Try... by ears2hearyou.
1300 points, ended July 10, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I thought this was a poetic feast!
I really enjoyed how smartly written it was too...
mighty release of that pen and prompt!
at first another poet and I kind of chuckled that we
only had under 10 entries for the prompt APATHY..i
thought perhaps the prompt hit too close to home...
relieved was I to see 21 entries today...whew!
WE have some tough challenges ahead of us in America..
and now is not the time to find ourselves in
the "silent pains of apathetic hell."
well done dear poet! very well done!
ears/Seattle
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