Incessant flow of acrid torment,
gouging a trench into an effulgent pebble.
Dull throbbing that never ceases.
Torrent of hell holding me down,
as I gasp and fight for air ,
and struggle to throw the darkness out.
Chinks of light expand,
seeping across my mind.
The nightmare receding.
Escape from a living hell,
I’m human again.
For now.
Comments
Acrid...
A picture of torment and hellish chains. I wonder that some people can go on. You have painted a picture of
a person that suffers and yet sees the light at the end of the tunnel and crawls toward it on their hands and knees. i like the poem, yet do not like the horror that it describes. I feel very bad for anyone that has to deal with it on a regular basis. Very descriptive and the word usage superb. ~ Love ya, ~ Gee
Hi Gee
Thank you, the poem is not about anyone in particular thankfully , it was just an exercise in imagination.
Much love Lou xx
powerful use of words lou
i really like this descriptive.
just one thing
'Dull throbbing that never goes away'
- i think another word or phrase for 'never goes away' is needed for poetic flavour
some suggestions
'never ceases..... never subsides.... . will not desist....
well written lou - i enjoyed it (if that's the correct sentiment)
insight into nightmare - awake or asleep.....
love judy
xxxx
Thanks
Thanks Judy , I'll change that bit .
Love lou xx
Shirley
Your a great support
Love Lou
Xena
Thank you so much
lou
Lou
excellently executed (not easy to say three times fast after a couple of Jack Daniels).
This is especially well written since you just wrote it as an exercise. I find it hard to write about something I haven't experienced, so very well done.
HS
HS
Thank you , (nothing is easy to say after a few Jack Daniels, I usually mispronounce my own name lmao)
Lou