Victorian Dirge

you paint a picture JF that takes the reader to the centre of your story.... grey, dark, gloomy...a desolate landscape...

Powerful,and evocative you really sense  the darkness of despair
Brilliant artwork selected like a fine wine

a fine bit of work mate, dark and lovely

"I seek the deepest  darkest cave
The shadows there will hide me"

A powerful beginning...a familiar thing...a dark story brought into the light. Thank you for your amazing words, sir.

"The waters of the river Styx
The only balm that soothes me."
That's where I take a dip once in awhile.  Fine job, John.

The poem seems to lack a central core and reads more like a series of images. That's not really a criticism, just an observation, though I think the poem would be more memorable if there was a stronger point to the narrative and narrator. The rhymes and images, however, are elegant, and fit in with some of my ideas of how Victorian religious poetry reads. It's a pleasant and involving piece.

A very sorrowful write John though I understand finding balm in the River Styx.. beautiful inking with love Crim

Amen!

first stanza truly reeled me in...begining to end this was Exquisite!!!

"I seek the deepest darkest cave
The shadows there will hide me"

yes...and then the rest...another amazing ink JohnFeddeler!

this really resonates with my recent state of mind. a truly haunting write, Mister Feddeler

Surrendering to the darkness...the helplessness n the shattering moments.those strangulating ends one goes thru.could feel this n had been there many times. Btflly dark piece.. N peace. Tq fr this JF:)

Mr Feddeler this is such an eloquent look the despair that is within all of us. Only u sir can make it seem so inviting

Borrowed hours for a borrowed life. This croons black and in vapor form.

I like.

A darkened existence. The heaviness settled upon my shoulders, nice write, John!

Dark, raw and beautiful..a great write.

Nice try of making atmosphere by rhymes!

Great write