The Nature of Despair
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An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-
The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,
The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,
The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
With it's hungry gaping grin.
A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You canÂ’t
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn babyÂ’s choked cries
As it enters our world. -
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
With it's hungry gaping grin.
I like this.
Did you compose the poem yourself? I think it's good!
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Hi MooKu,
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I like this.
Did you compose the poem yourself? I think it's good! [/b]
Thanks for telling me you like it and yes, it's written by me
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hey expiringpoet i really like this!
especially your last two stanzas- they gave me a really claustrophobic feeling and showed this nature of despair very clearly. i think your imagery of sanity "sliding" out the door portrays how menancing this madness is really well.
fab job!
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prayingbudda, thank you!Originally posted by prayingbudda:hey expiringpoet i really like this!
especially your last two stanzas- they gave me a really claustrophobic feeling and showed this nature of despair very clearly. i think your imagery of sanity "sliding" out the door portrays how menancing this madness is really well.
fab job! -
Nice one E.P, love image painted. Do feel the desperation before the despair...gives me the goosebumps...
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Hard drugs?
dead end
strong words
noir images
this is a good one, EP. -
blue_blue_bedsheet,Originally posted by blue_blue_bedsheet:Nice one E.P, love image painted. Do feel the desperation before the despair...gives me the goosebumps...
youre very kind, thank you. anyway, this was written in the ungodly hours of the morning. the creepy images came into my head quite easily. perhaps typing away in the dark helped
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thanks brudder...well, despair is a very familiar feeling, although there are deeper levels of despair and it's many-faceted. I always wondered at what level or point of despair would a person reach before he finally gives up on everything and just succumbs fully to the madness/ self-destruction etc. I wanted to reflect the different levels in this poem, so I havent reached there yet actuallyOriginally posted by dsnake1:Hard drugs?
dead end
strong words
noir images
this is a good one, EP.