
In darkness I sit,
With shadows dancing across my skin.
Cold air brushes against my cheek.
Only lowly light
Intruding from a solitary window
Seemingly too far away.
I sit with my bones broken,
Bound together only by flesh.
My consciousness fights to stay awake,
Fright is all it truly takes.
A captive in a dungeon of doom,
Alone in the black hole of a room.
What goes in,
Never comes out.
Fading to black,
Never to return to the light.
I often find myself, sitting alone at night on terrace. Thank you. 😁
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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The combination of the haunting pic and the dark imagery really make it a complete work of art. Well done!
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Thank you, Brian!
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Thank you Alexis!
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Always a pleasure!
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Such a great poem. I relate to what you have written. It is written beautifully.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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You are welcome 😊
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This was a very neat and creepy poem, definitely different from your brighter and more optimistic ones. Yet it’s just as excellently written! You really do a good job in this simple poem expressing such a dark, creepy vibe, especially with that choice of picture. Awesome job!
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Thanks, Jordan!
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