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Monstrosity
First, it shatters your peace,
Which you might not have realized
You still had.
A fierce stab with an ice shard follows,
Making you a macabre gift of
Terror. More gifts will come.
It feeds. It feeds and grows.
Dismay and confusion are presented
In a black bag, leaking.
It slyly inches your time away,
Minutes, hours, days
And months.
It wants and it takes
Your dignity overtly now,
With every hair you lose.
“More!” it roars,
And drinks your strength
And slams your hope.
You give blood, take blood, and fear your own sleep.
It grasps hold of your dreams;
There can be no escape.
Your only weapon is a poisoned chalice,
Which you drink from and pray.
Will it drink from the same cup?
It reaches everywhere, a clammy touch.
It toys with your thoughts.
“Surrender your all,” it hisses.
Your resilience is used against you,
As it slowly extracts pain and anguish
From your bones, your core, your breath.
This lasts for days, weeks, months, years.
Your remaining time is tainted and twisted;
Yet one more gift to endure.
The ultimate prize is finally in sight;
It lashes tentacles around the fragile life,
Leaving only an embrace of darkness.
Published 30th Sep 2012
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30th Sep 2012 10:50am
Intrigued (wonders what "it" is) sounds like it depletes from within before the final crush... I like this piece very much Atakti. :)
30th Sep 2012 10:57am
30th Sep 2012 10:59am
30th Sep 2012 3:05pm
one thing ya wish on nobody
but effects us all
the devil in you
the evil in me
consumed by most
trashed the earth
seams the best
worst are cursed
push ya all away
free the hurt
but none escape
that rancid shit
one by one
we fall to it...
loved and lost.. "C" my love goes to all that have been unfortunate enough to have suffered..
but effects us all
the devil in you
the evil in me
consumed by most
trashed the earth
seams the best
worst are cursed
push ya all away
free the hurt
but none escape
that rancid shit
one by one
we fall to it...
loved and lost.. "C" my love goes to all that have been unfortunate enough to have suffered..
30th Sep 2012 3:58pm
7th Oct 2012 2:15pm
I personally fucking hate it when people comment on poems with poems...
I quite like this. Some of it was not for me, but if I just copy and paste stanzas 1,6,9 and 12 on to a seperate page I really do enjoy it.
I quite like this. Some of it was not for me, but if I just copy and paste stanzas 1,6,9 and 12 on to a seperate page I really do enjoy it.
7th Oct 2012 3:30pm
Hmm, I tried that. 1, 6, 9 and 12 - it's sinister and mysterious.
Thanks, Panama.
(Please don't diss other comments, you'll scare the fishies, and I quite like getting nibbles. Thanks, man.)
Thanks, Panama.
(Please don't diss other comments, you'll scare the fishies, and I quite like getting nibbles. Thanks, man.)
7th Oct 2012 5:53pm
7th Oct 2012 7:10pm
What a great poem so well written amazing, I lost my old man to cancer so can totally relate
7th Oct 2012 8:03pm
Thanks, Tommy.
It's a hard, crappy journey, and it doesn't cheer me to see fellow travelers who are, or have been, on this road.
Sorry for your loss.
It's a hard, crappy journey, and it doesn't cheer me to see fellow travelers who are, or have been, on this road.
Sorry for your loss.
I must remember that under no circumstances whatsoever should I attempt to read your work while on LSD or similar substance. I am stone cold sober and I still glance at the wall behind me to make sure that I am still here
5th Jun 2014 5:53am
Awesome comment! Made my day, JC, thank you...
I should do more dark writing, huh?
:)
I should do more dark writing, huh?
:)
5th Jun 2014 3:21pm
most definitely... I require poetry to distract me from my civilian obligation... People need distractions that are thought provoking at the same time to get the important stuff done...
Always a pleasure to drop by
Always a pleasure to drop by
