It is shut
It is dark
So long have I been here
The wire has formed with my skin
Tying me to this pole
It's so cold
My bare feet
Clammy to touch
Rotten stench from a mysterious bucket
Retching from the stench
It only adds to it
Helpless to clean myself up
Only so far
My movement ceases
Eyes long ago adjusted to the dark
Screams forever ago
Drying and crushing
Raw and ripped my throat has come to be
No more sense
No more reality
Time has elapsed in a long monotony
On chance of sleep
I dream only of the cellar door
When it will be opened for me.
A contest entry
- Phrase Prompt by Jasmine Rayne.
300 points, ended August 18, 2008, 6 entries
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ooooooo so uch emotion and description! very good! very good!
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A very eerie write.
I can smell and feel the pain of being locked down in a cellar.
"Retching from the stench
It only adds to it
Helpless to clean myself up"
I can feel the defeat flowing through me enough to stifle the need to cleanse myself. Great write! Thanks for entering.
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What a goose i am
i deleted my own comment,
yea, i was just sayin
how the imagery in this poem was really well done -
Ken
oh yea, thanks for droppin by
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Thank you
And you're welcome I like your poetry 
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