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Words Have Powers
I got an ominous vibe
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
My senses started to swoon
I think I dropped my cup
Cloaked figures looked on with concern
When I think I finally woke up
My throat acidic-like bile
A funnel was making me gag
A wretched, old man poured liquid
From an odorous, leathery bag
I tried to resist the violation
Helpless to raise a limb
The room now spooky, and empty
Only me, and him, and Him
A catheter coiled beside me
I could feel its irritation
It led back around to the wine skin
That fed my irrigation
He pumped it like a bellow
The other content to observe
Said in a soothing voice,
"To refuse Me took some nerve."
One cackled, "Don't lose your mind!"
As foam dripped from his chin
I struggled to keep it together
The veil of sanity thin
He came behind, and embraced him
As crooked fingers pressed my eyes
When again permitted to open them
I witnessed a synchronize
They shared the strongest features
His muscles, mind, and looks
They reached along a shelf
And chose one of the books
Raised letters of tarnished hues
The title, Poems by Pent
It opened pluming dust
To a page with corner bent
A morbid incantation
The strangers began to read
The funnel was removed
My nose began to bleed
Blood seeped into my mouth
Which I had no strength to shut
I began to suffocate
As the strangers read my smut
They finished the last line
As I managed one final breath
He told me, "Words have powers,
And these have caused your death."
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
My senses started to swoon
I think I dropped my cup
Cloaked figures looked on with concern
When I think I finally woke up
My throat acidic-like bile
A funnel was making me gag
A wretched, old man poured liquid
From an odorous, leathery bag
I tried to resist the violation
Helpless to raise a limb
The room now spooky, and empty
Only me, and him, and Him
A catheter coiled beside me
I could feel its irritation
It led back around to the wine skin
That fed my irrigation
He pumped it like a bellow
The other content to observe
Said in a soothing voice,
"To refuse Me took some nerve."
One cackled, "Don't lose your mind!"
As foam dripped from his chin
I struggled to keep it together
The veil of sanity thin
He came behind, and embraced him
As crooked fingers pressed my eyes
When again permitted to open them
I witnessed a synchronize
They shared the strongest features
His muscles, mind, and looks
They reached along a shelf
And chose one of the books
Raised letters of tarnished hues
The title, Poems by Pent
It opened pluming dust
To a page with corner bent
A morbid incantation
The strangers began to read
The funnel was removed
My nose began to bleed
Blood seeped into my mouth
Which I had no strength to shut
I began to suffocate
As the strangers read my smut
They finished the last line
As I managed one final breath
He told me, "Words have powers,
And these have caused your death."
Published 24th Jul 2021
Author's Note
By Pent
July 23rd, 2021
The first four verses are based on facts. A college friend, and I, have been trying to figure out how we ended up at a party.
I really was offered a handful of colorful pills, and here I thought, I had never been to a pharm party.
July 23rd, 2021
The first four verses are based on facts. A college friend, and I, have been trying to figure out how we ended up at a party.
I really was offered a handful of colorful pills, and here I thought, I had never been to a pharm party.
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24th Jul 2021 6:59am
I enjoyed reading this--very mysterious, but real, a sense of authenticity. Perhaps that's down to the 1st part based on your experience, but I sense there's more to this impression than that.
I guess I wonder what was the basis for the 2nd part?
It feels like a dream, and that's appealing to me. Would like to know more about the mechanics or meta-physics of this world.
The figure of the old man, an archetype. The location. The dream-like terrain and situation and people are very fertile elements to develop and to use as a way of exploring the world, as an interface between the poet and subterranean regions of the self, perhaps the soul.
That's the allure for this reader, same as it is in the works of artists like David Lynch, Maya Deren, Harold Pinter, etc.
Interesting potential.
Thanks!
I guess I wonder what was the basis for the 2nd part?
It feels like a dream, and that's appealing to me. Would like to know more about the mechanics or meta-physics of this world.
The figure of the old man, an archetype. The location. The dream-like terrain and situation and people are very fertile elements to develop and to use as a way of exploring the world, as an interface between the poet and subterranean regions of the self, perhaps the soul.
That's the allure for this reader, same as it is in the works of artists like David Lynch, Maya Deren, Harold Pinter, etc.
Interesting potential.
Thanks!
24th Jul 2021 3:14pm
Thank you for your helpful comments Mark. This was my first stab at the 'dark' category, written for the competition "Strangers". I enjoyed the liberty that a work of fantasy lends itself to, with so many dark alleyways to chance. "The Dark Tower" series had me riveted to the page, so perhaps I'll venture further into this darkness.
25th Jul 2021 1:15pm
25th Jul 2021 4:36pm
