vinnie16
vinnie16
Jan 20, 2013

Spiraling

If I fall do not wake me
as I spiral down
I'll accept my destiny
here I am awake, but unconscious
and I'll look to the moon for my guidance
I can feel this so deep
but only I weep for me
to be held close I don't need
but illuminate me with your energy
I've fallen with no hands in reach
I lie dormant
here it is not rotten nor lonely
I can feel it all around me
like frozen stones, eyes surrounding, darkened holes.
They whisper "sleep, let them be"
I am forsaken
blessed with this third eye
I can smell flames
smoldering, seeping through my heart. [smouldering]
As if the violin sings for the lost souls
I seek for those
the more I travel,
the more I learn to love the unknown.

Vincent Muscato

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - draft

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Region, Country: U.S., KOR

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Comments

weirdelf

Good imagery and ideas. However all caps really takes away from it. It reads far more accessible to your reader and less like bald shouting un-capped, as below. If you want to change it you can copy below, click edit and paste it in, remember to delete my spelling correction in brackets. Another thing I would suggest is that the personal pronoun 'I' is overused, 17 times in 24 lines. This could be quite easily fixed with some editing.

If I fall do not wake me
as I spiral down
I'll accept my destiny
here I am awake, but unconscious
and I'll look to the moon for my guidance
I can feel this so deep
but only I weep for me
to be held close I don't need
but illuminate me with your energy
I've fallen with no hands in reach
I lie dormant
here it is not rotten nor lonely
I can feel it all around me
like frozen stones, eyes surrounding, darkened holes.
They whisper "sleep, let them be"
I am forsaken
blessed with this third eye
I can smell flames
smoldering, seeping through my heart. [smouldering]
As if the violin sings for the lost souls
I seek for those
the more I travel,
the more I learn to love the unknown.

Vincent Muscato

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

Firstly a great welcome to Neopoet site and we hope your stay with us will enhance all our ways..
Your write was really holding and I read it after the capitals were sorted so to me it was a very good read..
Here we have many things going on for learning poetry please ask if there are any problems, Yours Ian.T