The graveyard shift
bears so hard upon my body
when four am approaches,
only thirty minutes left to escape
the dungeon I call work.
My mind has turned to mush,
reality slips into the blackness,
world outside my office window
fills with ghostly shadows
they snarl my senses with eerie sensations
while the wind gains a voice,
something mournful and threatening,
as if the night has been invaded by evil monsters
arising from their sleep
to murder before the sunlight comes.
Inside I fall into a deep chasm
where the past swims as serpents,
every failure and fear slithering over my body,
losing my grasp on sanity,
holding on by a frayed cord in my head.
Depression squeeze its vice grip on my chest,
because this life, this stale dream,
has died to hope,
all the exit doors to paradise
disappeared years ago.
I would scream, but there is nobody there,
alone in the silence I cling to the calm
that perhaps before death clutches my throat,
some dawn will be waiting
when I won’t watch without dying insides
because this tomb that is my desk
was the last place I was seen alive.
Author notes
3. Write about 4 am.
A contest entry
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400 points, ended September 4, 21 entries
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this is very well written, you can tell the emotion in it very clearly and the imagery is quite fantastic. There were a couple of lines that felt a bit awkward and I think that they need a little tinkering. The lines would be:
"because this life, this stale dream,
has died to hope,"
Has died to hope just doesn't sound right to me.
and
"when I won’t watch without dying insides"
And this one just confused me so it may be that I was missing something. heh
Thanks for entering and sorry it took so long to judge
Nikki
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Great take on the prompt and your verses project vivid imagery--Excellent command of vocabulary--
Well Done & Best of Luck in the Contest!
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Ooo I do like the way you described sanity with the 'frayed cord' That's cool! A dark poem this is and I think I wouild feel exactly like this if I was in your position.
An excellent write indeed.
Best wishes with this
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a wonderful write for the promt my brother good luck in the contestmralisa
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My goodness, only you know for sure that frequent shift of up still at 4 a.m. So creatively you pen this eerie time of the morning! It is an exceptional ominous write all the way through...and the last two lines close like a coffin...."because this tomb that is my desk was the last place I was seen alive" Bookmarking for the creativity..
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